The Principle of Harmony

At that point the dream was lucid
Being ‘that which has no parts’ as defined by Euclid
And not so much a controlled fantasy

A flow of energy into the universal grid
A sweet surrender… no bid
The principle of harmony
In nature’s control like a river that channels into rills

So what I did or didn’t
Seemed to matter not one little bit

And the present had never been more vivid
Everything simply returned to a state of no need

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016

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