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the reaction of the physical body. Every worker in there cooperates harmoniously with the others. Their communication is more perceivable while I’m realizing something about myself and the world. Epiphanies transformed into poetic or prosaic action. The ongoing flowing of the red rivers in me beats gravity when I get up for a break. The great red pump acts all day long from its nest. My brain, my mind, and my Nous construct a bridge. I’m more aware of the cardio-logical murmurs when I write. And while I act motionlessly within the silence. Moments of synchronous breathing with my divine version.</p><blockquote id="bf13"><p>Anthi Psomiadou — <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/">CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International</a> : Credit

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Cardio-logical Writing

Heart and logic hold hands and move mine to write

Photo by Darius Bashar on Unsplash

I inhale the echo of a synchronicity and exhale it as a poem. I can feel the cogwheels of my head turning between the two steps of this “breathing”. Noetic “eyes” seeing the feelings and the reaction of the physical body. Every worker in there cooperates harmoniously with the others. Their communication is more perceivable while I’m realizing something about myself and the world. Epiphanies transformed into poetic or prosaic action. The ongoing flowing of the red rivers in me beats gravity when I get up for a break. The great red pump acts all day long from its nest. My brain, my mind, and my Nous construct a bridge. I’m more aware of the cardio-logical murmurs when I write. And while I act motionlessly within the silence. Moments of synchronous breathing with my divine version.

Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives

Here’s a poem I love, written by Andrea Juillerat-Olvera

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