Perspective

wanton moments secure the thrill of riding waves of multiple convergence points reality just ain’t what it used to be...when there was light and then there was not... attitude breathes her fiery breath of creation planets birth, first blush of remembrance existence happens to each, forfeiting strong words and emotions embedded in subtleties framing everything occurs when stoppage is engaged as moments coalesce past their reduction points...strength occurs when integrity blindingly recognizes the disparity between two or more objects attempting to become something other than what is perceived force engages the tempo aligning the fanned rays of emergence. Fire ignites the notion that we are not all one rather part of the whole perspectives confuse the mind of the holy if one drop is that...isn’t it all?