hmmm...
When is time… when is the time? It wasn’t today. Maybe tomorrow there is so much to do, and my understanding affords me no clue… what to do. When it is all done, what will it become…. What has the past become today? Confusion. The cycle of humanity… the cycle of the collective consciousness is approaching a flat line. This is the time to find a spark, and bring back the dynamic between life and death. Life is death, and death is life (not one without the other), this is the life experience… this is the death experience… the dynamic is where we exist, and without it (the space between; infinite shades of grey) there is no room to exist… without the dynamic of love and hate; for love flows from the same source (energy) as hate, there is no room for the feelings (the love experience, and hate experience) to resonate in the soul… where does life go when the energy to sustain it has been exausted? It gets tired, and sleeps…. as the heart beets in the spaces between, it too shall find the space that can not be filled; the moment that measures all moments, for it is of no beginning and no end.
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