They Ignite Late at Night

Keep talking
The things you remember
Keep walking
Thoughts, visions, emotions dismember
Be so busy you'll forget
Until it's late at night
There's no time to be upset
Toss left, turn right

The day a jumble,
and how time does fumble
when it's late at night
and the thoughts, visions, emotions ignite

See of Synchrony

A sea of synchronicity, all at once bombarding,
to see the undeniable pattern
can just be so daunting
A cascade of truths, once learned
each and every action connecting, once discerned,
us haunting.

Minds of Mimes

Monochrome musings bleed in
 to one another
The mimes of the media exacerbate the process authoritatively.

So many people saying so many things
 Meaning so little.

Minds of mimes probably
 not so silent
The babble they babble
 their thought?

Probably not.
If only the minds of these mimes would talk
 - could talk -
 from the heart

How the view is so relative:

Stars in the sky Suns light years away.
Revolving planets with plants and species like ours evolving?

Burning,
   falling,
                      exploding
                                             - they - we -
                                                                   may

Just tiny specks of light;
Those stars in our night:
just as important as our sun
to something
to someone.

Honest doubt could be the ember that, given the right amount of worry to fan the flame
and the proper fear to fuel it,
can burn,
transform,
produce,
transmute
into the most glorious catalyst.
An impetus for changing ablaze,
and the fiery anticipation of beginning anew.

Test A

The first connection some body feels in the physical reality. The 3 dimensional plane.
The present timeline.

the separation of the body - the mind - no longer sep'rate;
the soul merges.
Presented with betrayal and deceit -
Some body's ability to love tested.
Love questioned.
Will the soul pass the test?
Will some body still be able to feel
The merge?
Or will that fear - anger - sadness - grief - forever fester?
Simply a test -
Test A

Test I:
Will the soul remember that it is a part of one?

Words create complexity,
Words have made us forget

No longer in tune with the subtle energies
The singular truth no longer known;
Only found in stillness
In silence it is shown

Communication dependent on conversing
You, the opposite of me

And so we have forgotten
Forgotten the power of we.