Cellular consciousness,
has no words for it,
can’t take the cognitive ensemble
to it.
Therefore, we are in observation,
at a sensory distance
that constitutes visioning.
Once we are there,
there are fields within fields,
that we would have names for.
There are repeating patterns,
as we would come
to securely recognize.
There is a coherency of means.
A deep well song plays through
as intimate layers
are within layers
in revelation’s passage.
Within these mysteries
of focus as frame discovers,
there are integrations of efficiency,
effortlessly fluid-feedings
as our metaphors.
A oneness throughout
is withstanding
as witness to this.
Cellular consciousness,
is personal vibrancy,
as our confluency of prayer . . .
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