In the meandering times
Of Life in its shades sundry,
Where the Mind
In a rhythm, ajar
Waiting for the temporal doors;
To open up into the Possibilities
Of it metamorphising into rhythmic syncopations;
Was there, as a Bass note subtle and soothing.
Calling back on Life sundry
For a colorful fusion of Perspectives
Where Life asunder
Was now in Unison, with
Its Sundriness and Perspectives myriad;
Of the Mind which in its Ascendance
Like the Harmonies of Dissonances
In an Orchestra - greater than its parts,
Led by the essence of the Bass
Adding its own colors to Music sundry
Has been the Mind and the Body in Unison;
As Bass Harmonies an aid in witness,
To the Progressions unfathomable hitherto
Of An Atonement of Awareness - an Orchestral Music.
Of Life in its shades sundry,
Where the Mind
In a rhythm, ajar
Waiting for the temporal doors;
To open up into the Possibilities
Of it metamorphising into rhythmic syncopations;
Was there, as a Bass note subtle and soothing.
Calling back on Life sundry
For a colorful fusion of Perspectives
Where Life asunder
Was now in Unison, with
Its Sundriness and Perspectives myriad;
Of the Mind which in its Ascendance
Like the Harmonies of Dissonances
In an Orchestra - greater than its parts,
Led by the essence of the Bass
Adding its own colors to Music sundry
Has been the Mind and the Body in Unison;
As Bass Harmonies an aid in witness,
To the Progressions unfathomable hitherto
Of An Atonement of Awareness - an Orchestral Music.
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