The sky is broad with clouds of white, the trees are tall and out of sight. Love in the air near and far and trees are shaped like acoustic guitars. The roots you see through the ground and all the birds chirping around. Let's sing and dance and have some fun and enjoy this day with everyone. For there is not much but fun and love, for everyone in the clouds above.

She comes to me looking for answers,  not knowing what she'll find, hoping well be cute and waste precious time. I am only human don't expect the best, just carry on with life, let faith do the rest.

Speak the words to the stars. Believe and how the way you are. Free your mind from the duality of itself.  Blind the way perceive yourself. For the way you think it's not reality. For you must  Show your own duality.

Soft toes imprint the sand like roots from an old oak in the warm earth works. Candy cotton gulf skies end where the ocean lies, as tides roll through in all sizes. Rushing waters, current rises,  As the warm dry sand in the crevices of our toes crackle. With every step the water tackles as our soft toes leave the sand to open water, we feel the free, the feeling of freedom, of some beach, somewhere.

To Believe is like fear or love, its a force to be understood as we understand passion of relativity and principals of anonymous factors. It's a phenomena that determines the course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction yet today, it is headed in another. Yesterday, I know, believe I would have never done what I did today. These forces that often remake time and space, can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be, to think is to be, we begin long before we are born and continue after we perish for eternal terrestrial life. Our lives and our choices, are understood moment for moment. That each point of intersecting paths, each encounter, suggest a new potential direction, in witch we take either way, infinite dimensions, infinite intentions, noticed or mentioned, belief is the tension in witch we must trust.
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

All human endeavor is just killing time on this blue green rock, we're all just killing time in the vast cosmos of eternal light, eternal night, the everness of time, the father of the mother, in a realm of terrestrial beings. To know or not to know is the day in age question of life lesson. That we float on through time revolving around the heated circumference of this orbital motion, can we recall the last life? Can we see the next? Is there a sky or what's below? We can only suspend our suspicions in ways of our own comprehension, witch leads me to believe we only understand from our own level of perception. And that what we sometimes think is deceiving our standards to improper but proper fractions. For everything is, and everyone is, witch makes you, me and us, we. For I am he, as you are we, and we are all together, see how we run though time as you run with me and we can be forever free, but question all and you will be only what you question to be. For everything is, so just be.

Do you know yourself? Between the love and the hate, do you know your strength between the stress and the calm? Do you know your limits between the vice and the abundance? Do you know the purity of your soul and what makes it glow? To know is one thing but to actually understand yourself as a soul, to fully acknowledge your conscience, is the goal. Do you even want to exploit such depth of feelings or do you just ride the wave, obliviously? Running with time and playing with the space that's given to you as it were free, life comes with a price called death. Hoping that the gold you've been so neglectively avoiding, would just turn up, without struggle and ambition, like undriven rewards. Do we learn or do we teach? Can you actually tell one feeling from the other, learning each one to its perfection or do you try and teach what you think we should feel, as opposed to knowing how you should feel? Or are we really lost in this suffocating society, slowly losing who we are with what we create. I cant help but think that we're so unaware of our greatness and history until it becomes just that, legend and myth. Why must life be such ways? Why do we fly blind on the horse of time? If we only understood the changes we set in motion, if we only knew our greatness, then to be honest with you we wouldnt make much a change. For we would know the out come, therefore contradicting our very actions. To not know is the very greatness of our own existence. To not know of our self greatness but with learning and experience, and patience to do so, well find out that the pieces that are missing, can be found just as easy as knowing from the begin with. Dont only learn from others, learn who you are also, dont only teach others teach who you are also. Using selflessness and patience. Through justice we will compulse into new beginnings and tranquillity will endure through to your very soul balancing all within, only then will we see true progression in oneself and also others. Because energy is connected, and forever bounded with faith.