A path trodden in the infinite atoms and beyond Seen only now as the swirling particles of existence We tread a lonely way footsteps removed by the sands of time The soul relives again and again constructing its meaning For each is to its own not lower or higher Not first or last as continuity proceeds continuity Truth be told a billion times it resides where you are Distracted by abstraction simplicity is just that That which I am or to become is chosen
Burning the seeds
Posted - Jul 24 2016 : 3:02:52 PM
