Somehow we are ascending.
Somehow we are possessing more than silver and gold.
How some have eliminated the vision of true perception in the gratifiction of the lures and deception of humanity.
Loves lost? Of course not but it’s ever growing motion is some-what a distinct divergent, an alliance to intrinsic value – a virtue amiss to men but unto an accountable man it is his freedom. We are not in a cycle of systematic law, but a cycle of living truth.
Can you untie my shoe laces without hands, can you shave my hair with a comb. . .is it possible to instill power or isit merely residing in the dormant hands of fear waiting to be released? Do you understand the reality of all three – which is all possible, and truly a matter of ways in a way.
A standard you use for another is the standard used for you.
The unfairness projected is hidden and you hold the clues, amid the imaginations of men some delerious and others emancipated by glee – you are mono-tone to discover the clue which happens in the twirl of the mind, or possibly the heart – the floating of the soul – or maybe the stillness of Spirit..Twirl?
The 360 twirls delights in one’s discovery of resolution of the ultimate surface of reality and then digging into its literal deposits in the soul.
I delight in the proportionate chemistry that is shared between God (The Creator of the heavenly of heavenlies) – and of his creation in the earthly mother of mankind and yet still the earthly mother is a child of the human race.
The lucid contrast of all and yet subtle simularity is a sweet and undeniable mystery and never-ending in fact.
Countless we are – amid the blur of a clear monumental existence.
Countless Amid – Counting forever – Surrounded by forever.