the sun revealed only as it Set.

how having answers will lead us no-where but behind our selves. looking into the back of our minds, and forgetting why or how we got there. And how believing in what we want, will bring us what we may or may not see accordingly, Some way, this will become clear, some how, it will make sense, IF we so decide, to fit the pieces in our mind, so appropriately, and How we must be, brave and act confidently, as IF we had a clue, or an answer or a day to stay a way from everything that distracts us and only our Cells to entertain us. Oh Joy, formidable, my smile evades my utmost, truth of knowing nothing, but what is good for Eye. I believe in Wholeness, and living independently of a Substance's caress. Wondering wizards, can reveal and open what the last man lost, and yet the reasons to live are infinite, in the reckon, or momentum within a hope, so dear, Gratitude and Trust, are holes in a fabric so clear, time and distance, is Nothin', compared to this depth of Intuition! Lovely afterthoughts, from a intimate discussion, of dis-ease, and underlying unknown, theories, which usually prevail through the colors we throw on to paper, Yes YEs YES indeed i will call out to the faeries in the trees, and the water lilly's which listen to me, because my ears remain holy, to the wind arousing about this present Moment, wrapped up and put on display, like a bible or a torah, some story which made the rest fall down with no personal allegory, What a whimper, of tales and lizards, which usually portray the invincible, the abominable, and absolute, for this, Laughable and worthy of compassion, we all are, after all, if the world, overflowed with empathy, we may all be twisted into one another, but at least we would, Understand, and maybe point less fingers, and feel what lingers, inside, underneath our utmost Fears, and beneath the flesh hovering over our bones, we might just know, what it is like, to have a sensE, of self, love, and purposE.

purpose and the need for everything

some how we all ways end up back here or there or any where we wonder and wonder until the blind dissolve into the deaf and spent how do we get here, and all ways questions for more what IS IT about the questions which cease to have an end is it the cycle which must surpass or the InfinitE which constantly encases us? The birth of language, enabled us to process aloud and the birth of theory allowed us to choose a path for me and a path for you, like a Ferris-wheel that never goes around more than once they paths just kept diverging, our circle kept evolving, the natural cycle for a daydream of the ripe and ready ones, like a fruit and nut, which grow for their Own good, and for benefit of All, we can say, thank you for this pristine, beauty enveloping our madness within, call it what you MAY, this chaos is only one of Many. A rapid growth of individualism collides with Earth's ability to Provide, and so we all ways needed more than enough and now, we have more than we could ever need, and some starve, while others, overflow, and the balance of this and that, tipped over, years ago, centuries and decades.. so, surely, some-day soon, we will reach the finish line, of this theory of drawing lines, and boxes, around, every possibility of probability and fact-izing every theory, the mix and match of dream and fact, oh how the matrix has run amok, and offered that, in its Own, way, it provides what it needs, to conquer and create. The ability to think bigger than our Selves, is alive and well, i think we will have a garden, and some animals, the way we choose will be up to the truth which transcends the Mes and Yous.