Coherence
What is it that holds things together?
Glue, gravity, faith, plasma, magnetism
the resonant field?
Sticky stuff, the allure of the core
holds matter apart in definition
yet within range of the fascination of magnetic attraction.
Hanging around in dizzy orbits
between opposites, holily married;
their undying rituals of partnership
spinning new substance into life.
One cell welded to its singular self.
One form, formula, galaxy, universe
stacks to densities of critical mass,
cohering any item or entity
into a relational format.
That! This! - I! The Not-I.
Even in the disarray of entropy and chaos,
order and shape revert to their component parts;
but are still intrinsic, belonging,
contained in the matrix of the Whole.
In microcosmic creaturely expression,
it manifests in the innate;
the basic instinct to survive;
to breathe, breed, congregate;
out of which grows animal love,
the draw of family:
pack, herd, swarm, flock. Then God.
Further down the scale,
to cellular and sub-atomic realms.
Until extremes meet and merge
separation denied,
to become Absolute, Almighty.
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