Poem, The Game of Vibration and Light

Are people really pillars of vibration and of light?
Are bad feelings plucked cords out of time and flat?
Are situations symphonies of notes and chords and rhyme?
Are let-downs really light that silhouettes people as crime?

Is over-sensitivity a non-harmonic sound?
Is harmony by nature mathematics golden crown?
Is silence hearing God and simply everything that is?
Is chaos isolation in our three dimensional game?

If we played the game as if we could erase the day
If we stayed the course until we modified the clay
If we stumbled into answers everywhere we went
Would we stop and feel our gracious host is heaven sent?

--EVE Featherstone