the Universe is perfectly designed.
every facet, every refraction, is perfectly aligned.
interdependent and resplendent,
gleaming, steaming, alive, unrepentent,
what is allowed evokes the vows
that unfold with time.
we say the things to our Selves that are the true.
mostly unuttered, but unfluttered, we know our cues.
in a heartbeat it can come,
and, the same, it can come undone,
you advance, or recoil,
as you pick and choose.
emotion commotions of life are held in skin.
but neurons and electrons are what carry them,
in a second, a touch, even a glance, has a power to evoke
a tiny something, that once placed,
can be embraced -- or choked.
reactions are the facets of what we take in.
how we receive, perceive, adjust; begin and end.
we becon or run away,
needing only to have our own say,
we only know wherever to go by where we’ve been.
memory is the gift that allows for Time.
known or unknown, all thoughts are carried,
in muscle, in mind.
a perfect Universe, within our selves,
whole and part, liquid and solid, felt,
one, without the other, cannot be aligned.
Balance is a cognition inside our heads.
a tiny device, inside our ears, is how we’re led.
audial is sight,
smell is delight;
life hinges upon our sense of our senses,
and how they’re read.
release is peace, and silence can simply be a reaction.
a space, a time, to know what to say, addition and subtraction.
to understand the ebb and flow,
to allow it, or let it go,
but nothing is ever done, or ever won, by inaction.
to place your words aloft is the finest gift.
it can cause, pause, or mend, any and all rifts.
to say your true
allows you your You,
and the World answers,
by echoing back what you emit.