The pour of electricity highlights the connections. The synchronization somehow bounces off of and connects each part. The ghostly foundation sits comfortably on the spectrum. The orbit sometimes stops but only to eventually move faster, a house of mirrors and a hallway of reflections. The heart forever arcs overhead.
Falling into the potential of the synchronization. We reflect, and our cups catch pieces of the lighting pour. A glance out of the window, the long ride home, the innate magic of the echoes that come back from the other side. As the speed of the spin increases, so does the evolution of the leaps of faith that we take.
But mustn’t we keep up with the winds of the shuffle? Content with where I am, but I often find myself staring off into the distance, feeling some sort of connection. The heart arcs in the distance. Not only for the path but also because there seems to be some sort of connection between everywhere I am and the distance. Further away from the distance and back into the moment. A mirror but a mirror and a reflection that leads somewhere else. The heart arcs overhead, but we all looked up too late, but when I saw all of us look in that direction, I felt a tilt in the compass.
Permeating but still with a natural silhouette, a laugh and a jolt of awareness, it may be one of the many results of the electricity pour. I was often caught up in the simplest of intrigues. Different points of synchronization gain enough density to fluctuate a mirror into existence. The eyelashes from the horizon’s eye seemed to help the planet spin faster with each blink. I often struggled to step outside of what is in front of my eyes until I see the splashes in the spectrum. I began to see more of the reflection’s awareness. Double reflecting at speeds that we begin to admire all the while, we were trying to figure out how it was possible. The winds and the chill would visit in double time as the pieces snowballed. Unconcerned but forever curious, the wonder carries us to the path of discovery.
I watched as the floor expanded, forwarding the concept of space. The continuums structure advanced casually. A few mirror particles accompanied its speed. I looked at the continuum and the reflections and noticed the symmetry.
A normal walking speed to keep up with the continuum. Relativity and luck. The longer I walked the more things around me began to melt. After a moment the walking speed amongst the expanding floor and universe began to resemble the stillness.
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