Interwoven in the grand matrix of our existence,
is the paradox of Divine Intervention and Free Will.
With the ability to choose,
We create the bitter and the sweet,
interpretations vast, affecting the collective.
Within this web, a strand of familiarity,
alongside an ocean of great mystery.
We remember our family, distinct
by memory, visions, and scent.
We choose to connect,
unraveling the secrets that dance
gracefully just below our noses.
Answers always available,
questions seldom posed.
Opening the door,
a door to another door,
with no walls to support it.
Endless doorways to
an infinite space, needing
not to be “opened” in the first place.
We can always be open,
mindfully.
Authentically visualize a
boundless sea of Everything all at once,
and a thoughtful creation of entryways.
Based on how we choose,
our experiences become molded
and ripple into the choices beside us,
echoing from our brothers and sisters.
The vibration of our Will,
swimming, radiating
through the cosmos,
relocating land we hardly recognize,
but knew all along.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
Interwoven in the grand matrix of our existence,
is the paradox of Divine Intervention and Free Will.
With the ability to choose,
We create the bitter and the sweet,
interpretations vast, affecting the collective.
Within this web, a strand of familiarity,
alongside an ocean of great mystery.
We remember our family, distinct
by memory, visions, and scent.
We choose to connect,
unraveling the secrets that dance
gracefully just below our noses.
Answers always available,
questions seldom posed.
Opening the door,
a door to another door,
with no walls to support it.
Endless doorways to
an infinite space, needing
not to be “opened” in the first place.
We can always be open,
mindfully.
Authentically visualize a
boundless sea of Everything all at once,
and a thoughtful creation of entryways.
Based on how we choose,
our experiences become molded
and ripple into the choices beside us,
echoing from our brothers and sisters.
The vibration of our Will,
swimming, radiating
through the cosmos,
relocating land we hardly recognize,
but knew all along.
