Protyle

kiss souls and smear the color
of our lips that speak

go silent and write with our eyes
all that we know to be

marry into the shadow figures that spin
starlight into our common threads

sew together the bedding
on which we lay our tired heads

feel experience happening
bleeding edges into protyle

run through wide open fingers
blur the seconds into miles

go silent and write with our eyes
all that we know to be

Protyle – a word that graced my awareness recently reading “The consciousness of the atom” by Alice A. Bailey, a word analogous to protoplasm and is used in reference as meaning “earlier than” and “the stuff of which things are made”

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2 thoughts on “Protyle”

  1. intriguing write rose…never heard that word before…write with our eyes, nice repetition in that…pretty vivid on marrying the shadow figures and sewing up the bedding…the feeling experience bleeding into what we are made of is a cool stanza…

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