Thoughts...

The paradigm of creation springs forth...Vibrating...Moving...Moving us...Evoking...

Like a strange particle, it dances in phythmic chaos...

And in time, the sound fades...in that straight arrow of time fashion, it disappears...But that is only what is seems to do...disappear...It's dissolution is only reabsorption...

In the energy constant promise of the multi-verse, it has only receeded back into what it once was...like a wave, raised above other waters by a lunar pull to come ashore, it will, subesequently, return to the totalkity of the primordial ocean from whence it originated...It returns to its source...

Waiting...

To be called once again, from the bed of potential into that kinetic dance...Now alive....in the strumming of a taught string....or in the humming of a birds wing...or in the low rumble that rolls of your tongue every time you think my name...

“Success is imminent and will not be held off.”