Time
It’s been a while,
I’ve been loading up,
A training arch of sorts,
Training,
Physically,
Mentally,
Creatively I’m charge up,
Booted up,
With the energy,
A bountfil energy,
Though the source is mystery to me,
Previously,
I would search for this,
Relentlessly,
Questioning profusely,
Almost insufferably,
Though I still question,
Indeed,
The attitude with which I live this life,
Is one of complete cluelessness,
Ignorance,
Maybe not,
Curiosity,
Knowing that all knowledge is transient,
And there is only change,
This is Truth,
In a way,
So to say,
The fluctuation,
The spectacle that is the rotation,
And cyclical nature of the cosmos,
Listen to it’s symphony I’d recommend,
Sleep countless hours,
So that you could wake up,
Inevitably,
To the delicate wonderment that is existence.
Whatever your feeling is,
Express it,
Explore it,
Simply for the reason,
Of existing,
As a whole of that which you are,
Every feeling is like a note,
And the whole is a symphony,
If you listen attentively,
You can create the most wonderful,
Of orchestras,
Yeah. ;)
