Spontaneity

Line of inquiry: "discarding narrow thought flow crutch we learn directly by soft touch and what we garner we relay to the vast void in childlike play entwined thus with the universe we dance without need to rehearse" In an erratic existence this ad hoc state of mind, treads upon random paths, to reach the doorsteps of my fate. Those who find structure in scriptures, let them be guided towards their remedy. I hope they find what they seek, but my spirit keeps spinning like a whimsical roulette, relying upon the universe to weave rhythms of cosmic threads, nourishing my soul in ethereal elixir. I have read so many scripts of stone, but my quill writes in impulsive ink, rebelling against confined expression, composing an unrehearsed sinfonia, in an attempt to create and connect. Unlike the moon, we appear and disappear like impromptu stars. Burning into life, but blameless, full of innocence, purifying eyes, briefly guiding those who choose to gaze. There is an art to being human. Interpretation is an abstract perception. Our hearts portray kaleidoscopic emotions, so in my palette of unscripted intuition, I shed the chains of conscience doubt. In the essence of every brushstroke, I breathe life to improvised affections.