Energy, frequency and vibration—
the stuff of heartbeats, tears and confessions.
But when they’re gone, be warned,
begging counts for nothing
and scales hold for everything.
So best blame me, if blame me you can,
or want, or must and honestly, I’d agree,
if no one else—but let’s face it:
you may have longed to hear the sound
pealing boldly in the night,
but when you could have pulled the rope
you failed to ring the bell.
Nikola Tesla was a brilliant electrical engineer, physicist and inventor, who, sadly, despite his genius, died penniless and in debt. The first line of the poem comes from a quote by him: If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.
Which got me thinking: what if you are just looking for is the secret to your own life? and what do you do when you’re dead?
Thank you for reading so what then?. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
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