Poem: 169
Saturday, 15 April 2017

A Player In Game Space

Francis Pedraza
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read

I see
A human in space-time
A thinker in thought space
A receiver in idea space
A player in game space
A musician in music space
A sommelier in wine space
A barista in cocktail space
A user in Slack space
A searcher in Google space
A maker in Sheets space
A writer in a paracosm
An artist in art space
An actor in script space

Every book, a space.
Every technology, a space.
Every world constructed or imagined, a space.
Every room, a space.
Every work of art, a space.

Infinite spaces around us.
Infinite dimensions in the master dimension.

Time incarnates eternity,
Static forms become dynamic and begin to dance.

Static truths become dynamic truths,
Adjusting in relationship to each other.

It seems that we are all near to each other,
It seems that we are all here —
But we are worlds apart.

How many worlds are we in?
How many dimensions do we play in?
Across how many spaces do we travel?

Player in space
Space receives player.

Explosions: Poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

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Francis Pedraza

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Is spirit moving?

Explosions: Poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

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