Resistance, surrender. Flowing rivers crashing into a dam. The water starts spilling over the top. Is it even possible to stop the course of our existence? Is my defiance an act of justice? Or is it an obstruction of the natural waves of weathered wind? I know I can stop this, but am I supposed to? Will the end of this path fork, turn, and twist into another?

Sometimes I wish I could pray all day for Peace, but I know it wouldn’t do anything. Sometimes I want to scream at people on the street, but I know it would do nothing. Sometimes I wish I could do nothing, but I have to do something.

So I do, for myself, for the world, for a simple peace of mind and some semblance of sanity amongst all the wild ravages of the planet.

Beauty touches grace and this place is free of haste, a gentle calm for spirit to taste, awakening with wings to fly upon through space.

I am, you are, we can be as the trees dropping leaves, dying, but only for a season. A reason to see reborn with eyes of storm, lightning crashing, breaking us out of our norm.

Pleasure, bliss, a treasure, a kiss. Missing pieces of self, working to create inner energetic wealth. Health of mind and body to kind, feeling, Feeeling, FEELIIING! I can feel it.

Oneness, together, unity, forever. Two wholes create a star, shining, blinding, intertwining this designing while relying on Love to set us free.

Breathing deeply.