…tossing and turning in all things human
Sleep won’t come
Full realm of all we are
Perfect bliss
Or things amiss
Spiraling down or up
Or both at once
Using the mental to examine the path
The heart to hold those things of value
The senses to test n taste what feeds both body n soul
Faster n faster
Closer together
Events and responses
No wonder we seek solitude
If only to take in at an even pace
For this there is a wise discernment
In those things we cherish most
Proven
Responded to
But fluid in the making
All matter fluid
All creation as well
Soul spirit
So what claim does one have on the philosopher’s stone
In truth the active element
Bends with perceptions
Is this a flaw in being human?
…then forms the prism of
Friendship
Freedom
Equality
To rest
Folded in their arms
Words of poets…what bliss is this
Willing to die for the fluidity of transitional truth
Holding the past as proven worth
Rebirth
The cycle once again
From here
No escape
,,,,,For madness death and pain
merely thrusts us back like disobedient children
Creation :the firm parent
Insistent that we get it right at any cost
So tell me
When all the All reaches for the ultimate Beloved
Does she accept the rose upon the endless fields of being
Or turn to that “no place”…before the zero
Longing
Again for the active element