Atoma

We could have been
an atom or a planet,
but we are here...we are this.

It is disease, it is a
fallenness.
All things are supporting
and battling others.
To sit and think about all
that is, to begin to touch
the tip of the berg, one
must not loose sight of the
sea,
else fall into a pale darkness.

The feeling of the 'move',
the transmutation of my
desire, the stirring chaos I
feel in my mid-section...
it all leads to this...it all
is this. To be done over and
over again.
I need only listen, for the
river is already raging
Quietly, though I wait for
the calming brook, which always
must pass.
For the river is always
raging,
but not always in grasp.

To think is to bastardize.
What one does, when they
stop and "think", is not
thinking...it is reflecting.
This is very important.
There is a gross misuse of
the word thinking, and it
is time to re-appropriate
it.

Hold strong, remain steady,
the ladder has grown impatient.
Upon climbing this ladder,
and then only to kick it down
again, we shall see that it
is guiding us to....

"No more for now" says the
Sayer, "But I'm not done with
You", says the Doer.