metaphysics #poetry #yearofprophecies

Listen to the heart of bliss.
Lie on open sand, inhaling — vibrant,
under oceanic starlit sky.
Breeze breathes eternity, opening
inward to see intricately
expansive poetry —
thought in magnificent splendor.
All art is magical; all magic is art.
Yet they are not the same, and part
of a grander landscape.