wheeled pefectly

the weekend finished, the new force arisen, the life divine awakened. what is the truth but every moment being that which is unveiling, uncovering, realizing, all that is possible and all that is not. whatever comes from that process is the matter of being, that which has been hidden and that which is dematerialized into force. all one thing evolves eternally and everything is the storehouse of its awareness. waiting, seeking, trying all pass before the question of time and release their energy finally into the moment. knowing is stopping, unloading the crustaceans of dual natured life and unseating the barnacled process of thought. all is the oneness of delight and being the flow from that which is to that which always waits, unchanging, eternal, infinite moment, silence profound and stillness deep and wide beyond breathing. that very breath that lifts us from living into sanctified wonder and the life divine. what wondrous means the turn of passion to slumbered flight. none leave but pass through celestial movement to the lights eternal end. passages opening endless to doors unhinged by brutish wonder, lest magic fail, the darkness sings loving poetry to the emptiness inside. what makes all takes everything and we the parts turning in the center, revolve round and round in perfect synchronicity unending.