suoda

THE DREAMER'S PHILOSOPHER

in this standing, here, we pass by our own lit gaze. flurries of multitude, reduced to a common simplicity. gathering thoughts and alibis, we shudder at the thought of man. worst yet, we shake in disbelief of the mortality of man, of the race, the inconsistent race. the eternal race to the finish. what have we to prove? consistent meditation, love-inspired, spiraling in a fervent shift then suddenly to a new horizon. to a newfound zion. a zeal for all times. this evolution is not new, but rather, fresh. it is with this decay of last year's embers, that we first catch a glimpse of the birth of light. of power. of potential. for there is so much potential, but minimal acknowledgment.

in contemplation, we rise. and we fall. a carousel-like movement. in a circular pattern. forever. but not this time. this horse has escaped and is charging for the new moon. for this is all new. and real. and full of hope, desire, and longevity. here we stand in flushed delight, awake and alive - philosophy's finest guise.