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Apr 16, 2010
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In The Beginning
In the beginning
there was nothing. No thing.
Not emptiness, for there was nothing missing,
nothing vacant
therefore nothing to fill.
Two dimensional space-time knowledge
cannot comprehend not anything,
encompassing absence
non-existence.
Impossible hypothetical.
Darkness was on the face of the deep.
The Unimaginable Absurdity
Was.
Being Nothing.
Complete.
And with It was the Word.
The singularity of Love
which when splintered
forms the void
and kaleidoscopes into fractured emotion,
allowing the living waters to overflow into solidity.
No longer part of paradise
but frozen forever somewhere
are some perfect moments
in slices.
— judyanne, Apr 16, 2010
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manawa
16 years 1 month ago
in the beginning
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
nice to meet you manawa
xena465
16 years 1 month ago
Good one Judy
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
thanks rosina
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Oh I love this judyanne, profound.
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
on purpose those biblical references annanya
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Judd
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
love and hugs back at you jc
loved
16 years 1 month ago
no not nothing
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
hi loved