Resolve changes, the dust of tomorrow stays there, and the life of today stays

Of Canned Tunes... In disgust, noting a similar factor, that similar statement, re-thinking all the precedents, shaking the foundation to the very core, still holding on to the angels who guard me, to a God that is the belief, the leaves are shed from the trees to reveal light streaming from the canopy above, looking at the forest floor and feeling the coolness, and walking away from the shade of the tree that has been there for decades, to pursue a new path to get out of the forest, to reach the mountain top and see the view, and to reach the highest point of what seems to be the sky, knowing that the universe is there – lasing out with confused and mixed beliefs, holding on to the confirmation of a promise kept golden, the glory becomes no longer powerful but encompassing, as the steps are taken, knowing that there is that good and evil is the absence of, the resolve changes, the dust of tomorrow stays there, and the life of today stays.

The mind states otherwise, and in hesitation, in trying to change what is known to be grounded in this world, the systems begin to be smashed, destroying all that was ever held onto, the days become shattered with the forces moving to propel forward, and the exhaustion that takes over to remove the struggle, it is a giving up thing, as there is no escape. Dramatic, sounding dramatic upon backreading, yet, the lack of drama when there is no discussion is there. What are the controls placed? Who had placed the controls? What is there to control, indeed, as there is the flow? As the others watch in vain, the world is unmasked, and the rules go away, in the lawless land – as what ia fair becomes what is not fair to the stand.

Posted on April 25, 2016