it wakes me from my sleep.
The voice of Eternity
with words it doesn't speak.
Revealing all the truths
rolling out in rhymes,
I see the light from which it spews
as cryptic scriptures fill my mind.
The booming hum
of the Eternal One
in B flat baritone
who divides himself
creating two
so love to us is known.
All that dies will live again
all that's mortal now stands to be.
Dare to face the Infinite
and see all that is
is me.
Mike O'Rourke
Born 1/3/78 in Boston, MA. Originally from Charlestown, MA.,
Mike lived most of his life in the neighboring city of Somerville (affectionately referred to as "Slumerville").
"I feel that art is not a skill or sharpened technique as much as it is just a part of nature.
Like gravity, electricity, light, wind, fire, water. Art is a form of energy. It's an element.
It's an extension of the creative consciousness of the Universe that constantly expands and runs through all matter. Some connect easily with the energy, others are not even aware of it. Whether you are a chef, tradesman, hairdresser, stay at home parent, farmer, engineer, etc., the creative force is working through you on all levels.
There is no separation of man and nature. We think, we create." — Mike O'Rourke
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