Gravity WavesA Poem by alexAlexanderThis is a different dimension; angelic treads.GRAVITY WAVES I'm BEING DRAWN TOWARD THE SUN, BY RADIANT PULL, INTO A REALM OF BOUNDLESS AWARENESS WHERE INTELLIGENCE TRANSCENDS AND SPIRITUALITY IS AWAKENED. THIS SURFACE IS FOREIGN AND COMPELLING, YET MAGNETIC. THE LIGHT, LIKE DAWN, DRAWS ME CLOSER TO ITS EMERALD HARBOR; A GATEWAY TO THE FUTURE, A NEW RHYTHM OF EVOLUTION, LIKE NO OTHER PULSATE GRAVITY WAVES; THAT RIPPLES THROUGH THE FABRIC OF HARNESSED QUANTUM STREAMS, THE MIND LEARNS TO WEAVE A PATH THAT SHAPES THE UNSEEN, BENDING THE INFINITE, ONLY CREATION REMAINS. WHERE AN AURORA IN CONCENTRATION BECOMES ITS SYMPHONY IN TRANSFORMATION. THE LIGHT CONDUCTOR RISES, RADIANT AND RESOLUTE: CHOOSING BRILLIANCE OVER SHADOWS, IGNITING FIELDS OF ENERGIES THAT TRAVERSE THE COSMOS; THE CONSTELLATION OF THE HEART HAS CREATED ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES, AS ONE VOYAGES THE INTERSTELLAR, GUIDED BY LUMINOUS BEINGS. AT THE WONDROUS MOMENT IN REBIRTH. GRAVITY WAVES I'm BEING DRAWN TOWARD THE SUN, BY A RADIANT PULL, INTO A REALM OF BOUNDLESS AWARENESS WHERE INTELLIGENCE TRANSCENDS AND SPIRITUALITY IS NOW AWAKENED. THIS SURFACE IS FOREIGN AND COMPELLING, YET MAGNETIC. THE LIGHT, LIKE DAWN, DRAWS ME CLOSER TO ITS EMERALD HARBOR; A GATEWAY TO THE FUTURE, A NEW RHYTHM OF EVOLUTION, LIKE NO OTHER PULSATE GRAVITY WAVES; THAT RIPPLES THROUGH THE FABRIC OF HARNESSED QUANTUM STREAMS, THE MIND LEARNS TO WEAVE A PATH THAT SHAPES THE UNSEEN, BENDING THE INFINITE, ONLY CREATION REMAINS. WHERE AN AURORA IN CONCENTRATION BECOMES ITS SYMPHONY IN TRANSFORMATION. THE LIGHT CONDUCTOR RISES, RADIANT AND RESOLUTE: CHOOSING BRILLIANCE OVER SHADOWS, IGNITING FIELDS OF ENERGIES THAT TRAVERSE THE COSMOS; THE CONSTELLATION OF THE HEART HAS CREATED ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES, AS ONE VOYAGES THE INTERSTELLAR, GUIDED BY LUMINOUS BEINGS. AT THE WONDROUS MOMENT IN REBIRTH. © 2025 alexAlexanderAuthor's Note
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Added on June 29, 2025 Last Updated on June 29, 2025 AuthoralexAlexanderMarietta, GAAboutBecause poetry is life. As a poet, it is our gift that allows the very pulse that beats through our Breath. That gives birth to a new creation. more.. |

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