Feather Children

While chained to the flesh we can only see so far. Paper weights in a hurricane is what we really are. Miracles are commonplace the recipe is hidden in that seam of stars. Life and death are one and the same An expansion of eternity DNA is a staircase into eternity as well as into hell. Peace and turmoil are holograms of the mind. Searching for happiness is futile.. like chasing a midnight tide, Absolute truth has always been right in front of us the truth of everything arriving on its own time. Still, we are eternally confused feather children waiting for direction from the wind.