The Arrival

The hidden one moves in silence with violent footsteps pounding the pavement While grounding itself to disengage from grooves designed to uproot it found its level Leveling to find balance between the liquid & solid only enhanced its brolic nature There's no frolicking between the halves described in nature for this is a serious matter of things This being flows through a world akin to dreams but is awake to the world it is seeing Its eyes are open to views above & below for it knows you need both on this plane of being to grow This is growth from a seed that was buried in darkness & rose but not without being detected I'm not sure what you're seeing but what is being projected is the truth & nothing but No rut is deep enough to stop you from shining & branching out leaving the dirt behind Be blind to the attacks on your mind but feel them to internalize then use it to grind My mind operates like night & day so the sun and moon are its compass We're in the middle of it all winter spring summer & fall but no season is a losing one I have compassion for those lost in the darkness of night & don't see that the sun has come