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Compassion,
The path of all things.
To care about nothing
Would be to learn just the same.

Curiosity,
The drive of all things.
To have it about nothing
Would be to receive just the same.

And thus, we have our twins!
Two constants with reciprocal natures
In continuous flux, each a prerequisite of the other.

To coddle one too much
Means the deprivation of the other.
To neglect either
Means the neglect of each other.
That is,
To neglect either is to reject both.
To foster chaos is by either's rejection,
In that both shall neglect each other.

The incompassionate mind is not curious.
The uncurious mind is not compassionate.

As in, by our neural structures,
The ways we decide to go
Are like the paths which grow.
For you leave more than only footprints
Where no man has ever walked before.
Yet, that you leave nothing,
You constantly walk those roads.
Yet, that it is immaterial,
You still do so in the physical.
Yet, that it is material,
You still do so in the metaphysical.

For it's inbetween being betwixt,
For it's seperate & imperceptible.
For it's singular, yet collective.
For it's collective, yet individual.
For it's infinitesimal, yet infinite.
For it's eternal, yet finite in existence.

That is, existence like ice
Slowly melting into water.
That it remains the same,
But changes & fluctuates
Relative to any environment.
As like with the constraints of time,
Actions outward of the body.
Action of the outward body.
In relation to it,
Matter unchanged
But translated via a different state.

Celebrate.
To live is for life,
But we all die sometime!
Yet, is this change?
Transmutation by that of another order?

Something perennial, yet still coming into being.
Something endless, yet but only just beginning.
Something futuristic, yet which is already happening.
Maybe someone once called them Castor & Pollux? Lol
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Love,
The Little Things.

The brush of your perfectly made hair,
Pushing it to the side—
While it skates through the wind.

Holding your pretty glowing arms
In the sunrise glow,
You in that dress - that you picked out
Jumping through the fields
Happy as could be.

The late night talks.
Only our hearts can remember
The sound of your heart beat—
Matching mine—
While we talk about,
What is to be.

Our little playdates—
To our favorite spots
That only we know.

The sound of your voice,
That only calls to me.

All your little quirks,
That make my heart flutter.

Have you loved someone so much,
They know there your heart—
You know there your armor?

When you know your soul—
is one.
Interlinked ❤️‍🔥

— The End —