stendec

It's back. The inspiration. Like a flood, uncontrollable. The words, the visions, flying by like stars on speed. And it's as if I'm motionless, everything else moving, and flowing around me. But then I realize that I'm moving too. It all is, we all are, anything and everything spinning, vibrating, pulsating. We are like stars in space and atoms in time, coming together and moving apart, flowing like a wave and shooting like a particle. Binary suns in a mating dance, elements dreaming of molecules; seeking to join and create a greater energy, a greater light.

The earth revolves around the sun at 66,500 miles an hour. I feel it moving, rushing, shrieking through space. And yet, it seems so still, a seed floating on a quiet lake, a candle flame against the wall. I feel like the earth sometimes, I feel like the earth now.

I can see the connections, the flowing from one into another, the pattern of the weave. And I want to sing. I want to sing along in time to the symphony of existence. And I want to sing along in time with you.

So it is, always and everywhere.