The whistling birds are waking
The trees beginning to bud,
Nature is mistaken
The frost has yet to come.

The microcosm affects the macrocosm
- unknowingly -
The effect of the part is relative to the whole.

Left or right?

Left or right?
North or south?
Starbucks or Small World?
Will you
Take the bypass or the turnpike?
So many decisions,
so many
Different outcomes

So many ways, so many different fashions.
This dress or that skirt?
Those heels or these boots?
BB cream or matte foundation with color-adjusting microbead technology?

So
many changes in the system!
Each change
Changes the system.

Only so many ways will operate in now how
Many fashions?

Thoughts are energy
that power reality,
manifest physicality,
invite truth.

Thoughts are power
that power the world,
manifested into being
true.

Hours of Ours Entangled

I remembered you the moment we first met.
Our future, our past,
entangled
like our fingers, our legs, our
souls.

Hours entangled.
Time isn't matter, rather
a steady constant.
That is unless
an object moves at relativistic speeds, then
it dilates, slows down,
doesn't
matter.

My soul recognized your relevance,
and so my heart dilated.
All time and space lost
in ours.

Words have never really been enough:

The meaning they mean to you - to me -
so convoluted, so
mis
construed
Words are interpretations of thoughts, heard by ears, interpreted through thoughts once more;
so many channels, so much room to err - or -
mis
communicate