Momentum

The moments we share are a gift, uniquely qualified. A magnetic shift, of consciousness, of honed homing sense equalized. Through the protective layers it sifts, like the hungry for a meal. Moments weigh us in the balance like a scale, scaling what can be, and becoming fare. Selling us there the fabrics and colors possibilty wants to wear. Window-shopping with depth charge, buying as the damages can afford, to live large. Aloneness is shared and blotted out in mosaic chemical. Effervescent instant instance of oracle. Willful in the persistence of time- skillfully forged sign by sign. A mystery of union encompasses small in its spaces, compasses with string, attachment, attaching all in its placement. In heart chambers of containment. For a moment is really not a moment, it is continuum of continuity. There is magic in relation to experience and its mystery. A convergence of paths intertwine, encompasses our way back machine, back to the place we were conceived of the Divine. A moment is an immortal stare. A segway to Eternity, raw, rare. The building block of here. The moment you are there. As faith faithfully undresses, dresses doubts wound. Vulnerability-confesses, caresses- open, bare naked truth. A moment. Bares a question to mark, what is the meaning-"to share" to spark. It peels away the distance between us, lightning from the dark. The invisible doors of the soultiverse, and its keeps and its moors. They lead hand in hand to a place more and more. Love answers stark in a moment and with no quarter taken. In chemical equasion, it is the answer, never to be forgotten by the spirit professing the formula for a tear. Of joy ever partaken.