Sometimes your head gets heated and you just need some cool air to refresh your thoughts. There’s no dishonor in taking a few moments for yourself. So sit back, relax… and chew on this poetry and abstract images that I made.

 

 

We’re all holding on.

We can pull ourselves apart,

Dissect gravity,

Try to out-think each other

Or harmonize the discord.

By the time the truth

Elongates from here to you,

It would make more sense.

 

 

To find it yourself.

Behold: For you or from you.

The two are the same.

We’re out-running fate.

Robbery of the balance:

Existence pours out.

Calm the roaring seas

The varied streams interweave

See it and believe.

This knowledge: like sweat.

It cools and evaporates.

Which state are you in?

Engineers of Realms—

The igniters and snuffers—

We’re aware of it.

Are we aware? I feel so.

It’s a sense—not a blueprint.