The cards are being shuffled. The flame tilts, not because of the wind but because of the evolved magnetics. I noticed the symmetry within the electric networks. Magnetic amongst other things.
Of earth and unmistakably human but the travels the wonder embarks upon sometimes pushes the ground further and further away from my feet. The ever-changing scenery reflected not only the reflections but also the nature of one’s imagination. The cards are being shuffled and the wind from it was magnetic amongst other things.
Silhouettes reflective of the many dimensional forms. The wind from the shuffle was still reflective of the magnetics, and still tilting as the compass did. I noticed the symmetry within each separate tilt. Magnetic amongst other things, the electricity pours were different in this part of the sky.
The feeling holds more arcs of lighting than I am able to understand. Reaching back only to fall forward. Levels of mirrors within the surface, levels of the surface within the mirrors. The arcs double as waves and the waves sometimes double as the surface. Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. Stillness within the moment, but still relative to how I see the speed of light. The chisel collides with the moment, the foundation collects phantom feelings and ghost moments as lighting arcs through the reflection. Duality reflects itself, and enlightenment finds its way. Now back under the electricity pours and barefoot within the grass blades. Levels of mirrors within the surface, levels of the surface within the mirrors. The ocean currents were beautiful in this part of the sky.
A reflection within the flame. The flame mimics the waves motions. Magnetic amongst other things. The stillness finds its way. The moment paces itself in duality with the experience. A swim within the surface, a swim within the duality. The experience begins to melt into the stillness and the stillness begins to melt into the reflection.
A few more poems
“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha