As a vista reveals a moment in space,
a reflection also gives a pose inverse;
Proposed nature is scene as garden,
parcelled Earth wed we heaven by design.
Looking back the will of God was, in part; original sin and proprietor borne,
for the den and the serpent was a package delivered and administrated us.
Beauty belies pain in nature,
its transfixion: conviction of will.
Consider words as petals: abstraction of belief,
but to see above, the Oak will hide what's underneath,
arosen, ever the crown judge alone,
as the faun of the wood is still seen by the owl.
Mesmerized by its form you grasp fire,
and associate its anguish with delight.
A peace of me I share with you, as love in motion,
full as a body of water:
hidden notion changing shapes and structures like a potion,
magical and mystical: creation through devotion.
Vessel form creator: as God; created serpent from will,
and within will itself is God our divinity traced back.
figured I should probably reply from darkness to light
a perspective shift