In the now, there Is us…
Life in stupendous form,,,,
there is Light and the firmament is indeed firm.
Mmmmmm,.. Indeed, Indeed.
Flourish comes with the certainty of the now.
Flowers are constantly blooming,
hearts a racing, blood in its heated chase is flowing.
Scents, a whiff of the firmament. Breath a touch of the within.
Flowing with outrageous futures and oblivious dreams.
Single we are, solitary in our togetherness.
A single chard, each and everyone only together our sculpture of truth we perform.
Singular.. as the birthed child, the newborn… alone, fragile… we all remain,
Circling our vulnerabilty in curtains not made of silk,
but clad alone we shield ourselves in the gossamer of a collective illusion.