Stuck between two without a middle? Are you polarized? One season can enter and another exits, do you question where they go? Being content with ones’ condition doesn’t mean you are unconditional. Facts are we tend to find too many things to control and condition.
The earth moves to the echo of its own sound. The ocean tides when the moon turns her head long ways into the sun. Weather patterns are content with each other in opposition, we huddle in our homes unprepared to walk outdoors.
A baker bakes a loaf of bread. He watches it rise to the occasion, fired by heat. With pride he admires his creation only to turn his head and start over. He never questions the ones he throws away , he just starts over.
How many mistakes are made in a day? How many revelations are sought in conjunction with those same mistakes? Do we care or are we daft to the bird that perches on our shoulder? The whispers are clearly stated and unburdened. In truth we shrug our shoulders and walk away from what would be safe.
Heaven can have mountains. The mountains heaven moves are invisible, its energy like the wind, blows away the debris. We shut our windows in case the dust flies. Heaven is a state of mind. A place where the mind empties out and refills in constant motion. Thoughts draw pictures, black and white. Thinking makes them colourful.
Belief is undetermined. Bliss is unconventional. Words are nonsense unless you find value in the letters put down on paper. I am an ending to a story half told only to continue if there are listeners, tomorrow.
Do you really understand? Or deaf to the knowledge we are born with? Can we remain untethered to make important discoveries later on in life? Perfect and whole our view is smudged until we remember to get out the windex. The clarity is looking through the glass, outside.
Let the sun shine. Let it warm your bones. Turn about to see you are not the reality but the realism of your hearts desire to constantly change.