“You cannot solve a problem from the same consciousness that created it. You must learn to see the world anew.” - Albert Einstein

Our love is like the seasons. The seasons are lovers of legend. Follow step.

We worship the storyteller, and the stranger is god.

Slavery plays its part. The role is complex, but the story advances.

Do you know the moment?

Writing is a dance with definition. Words are our building blocks and we use them to make all our little borders. You and me, exist in the words.

Since you asked …

We label our actions with little understanding or thought for what our decisions become. The Universe is on our side. Good … bad … this is a label … and for whom?

The world’s religion …

The social media galaxies of …

We are all of this, the wind, and our shape.

The reckoning is a dance. It is this fancy balancing wherein the placement of Shiva’s foot impregnates the shape.

This too is a dance.

We are the movements and the creators. The arabesque is a posture and a pattern. Or it’s a passage of song brightening up the melody.

A pattern is a mental model. Our mental models hold up a reality for us. If you would like to change your reality, change your model. The model is full of belief. To change belief you must release and grow. Can you identify the circle in this poem?

Release is a process.

Creation

Seed

Rise