As the sun sets and the moon rises,

As the day sleeps and the night awakens,

As the cross between light and dark takes shape and we feel the movement of the universe.

We reflect, we prepare for a margin of silence, silence of our mind, silence of our soul, silence of our world as we know it.

As the earth turns but the sky stands still,

birds fly through the unknown vastness of nothing into the space of everything. Are we alone? Are the thoughts we feel an illusion of a unknown engine of everything?

The feelings of what was, what is and what will be makes a stream of long universal strings of time that come and go, yet always will be. Some break, some bow, some strengthen, as the pressure of constant process creates shape amongst the steady movement of life.

The sway of the lines that run parallel in the wake of the consciousness of our being are subjective. Subjective to our emotions, subjective to our decisions, subjective to the path we choose to follow.

True lines, true paths, true visualisation of reality.

We all follow a path of choice, choose wise, choose good, choose universal truth. Choose happiness.

Thanks,

Dean