has even one attained

has even one attained or remained behind while all else contains its unexplained existence.is even the thought a purposeful buffer from what is unbound, deliberated from mind and emotion, the physical flesh wrapped like tissue around unseen forces within, aligned and readied without knowing , prepared in darkness for the departure and the liberation of the moment. all eyes see not and all ears are deaf. the lights come gentle to the senses and tell the wondrous to the eager believer. delicate and fresh the healing touch, rough and willful the lovers grasp. none escape the moments notice, nothing leaves the heart unfelt. alight, alive, free but drowning in the sea of time and place and memories, what remains is forever remembered and replayed, and the instant becomes the past as easily as the future changes the present. we are timeless and spaceless, the emptiness is complete, in every particle we vanish and in each atom reborn, recombined and lost even as the pattern is restored. in this life, on this body, in this heart who comes again and again without me without anyone, endlessly repeating, continuously converging truth and love with every combination of possibility and potential and in each fraction of a heartbeat we become an arrangement, a decoration a perfectly aligned pattern and design that endlessly falls apart and repeats itself through every possible combination of form and space and time, through supreme force and unstoppable will, all prevails and declines, absorbs and releases, each action, reaction, movement and stoppage, held only loosely by the yoke of the divine, to its purpose unknowable and not yet manifest and still through each a divine purpose flows. what starts finishes and what cannot be is never known, but what is tragedy and victory, sweet joy and despair but the aligning and misaligning of these potentials combining and rebounding searching continuously for the unfinished and possible where all else cooks in an eternal soup pot of creation and destruction. each a magnet searching to its poles, aligned differently for each and for each another destination is imprinted in the deepest structures of indifferent chance and circumstance. to find the gambler a pilgrimage is come and the life tossed without question for what is lost but the another roll of the undying heart.