1.
How to begin? ...
"We are Here!" - we all say this with absolute certainty, and it is without doubt the Truth...

When we begin to speak to one another without any certainty, going to fabricating "truths" with hisstory, lacking any real knowledge or irrefutable facts, imagination run amok, it begins to look like the wrong foot...
       And it sounds like Rabble Raucous Riots
Mumbling Music to all ears, those who hear what all there is to
Around here

Inside four walls and a low ceiling.
Under a short roof, the Chaos bounces quickly back from over our victories, it seems like we've gotten water on the mogwai.

Knowing now we are
Our own storms we make here / our sphere / three demensional
This circle.
What goes 'round, must come 'round.
(What are we to each other?)

2.
Right should always be alright, all the time... There should be no suffering.

When once it was a perfect circle, knowing nothing about pain or Death
That fear made manifest
By nothing but a myopic view
Giving a word it's name,
And with each name - an existence.

So where to begin? Who is asking? Why then should it be?

Should we rather then "believe" like as though we were made
convinced,
should it not be? How then did this all
come To Be?

We begin then with Here, a healthy mind full of heart filled questions felt
Little flash bulbs of
Star light / sprinkling the blind dark void.

And those questions, that are intimately belonging to us, those questions deserve only the truth.

I expect the same as what I give... And I bow to divinity while
I raise her up to / the sky and universe.
I your fellow *living proof
In these briefest of vast moments shared alongside you.

Let's begin with Life - the fury of God.
And with the Truth, the word of ...

The One And only  - (All for You).

*Life must Live / Ours must prove