On the Edge...
Measure by humanity, the capacity is overwhelming.
We take for granted the nature which surrounds us.
Gradually reaching the end- by business suits and their passion for currency--
Look around and observe this earth- Sounds, water, trees, birds--all are of great worth...
The extinction of resources allows some to question the future of this once fertile land.
It is our home, but it does not belong to us.
The ego will ignore this truthful statement-- The ignorance of the mind has continued the slow process of reaching the core. Close your eyes now and imagine the earth--We are revolving around circumstances that pull us deeper towards the core of mass destruction--
Unawareness will tragically invade= Questioning the reality of our universe...Waking up to nothing scares me...
The alarm clock is set for dawn. Rediscover the human- on an unknown level of thinking--
personal findings will allow you to plan for the well-being of the civilization.
Actions must then rise above the words. Mis-shapen lines of creativity appear...teaching my mind the possibilities--- Are these words sufficient?
My descriptions are coming from a process called Analization---not so much focused on the process itself, but the characteristics that spurred this explosion of cultural re-invention.
Tapping in on a new experience all together-
I continue to write--but I want to do more! I need an instructor!
I want to expand this feeling! NO RETRACTIONS! Simply inner developments...
A Peace of Mind--SYMBOLS converge...
Am I on the edge of an epiphany?
Copyright © Brittney Ryan | Year Posted 2005
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