Most things are difficult. Some are mundane. Others remain uncanny.
I remain one catching up.
The sound strikes a response. Thunder seems with motive. Who can understand—God’s music?
If it becomes life, I endorse life, despite the notwithstanding.
I ate what I understood. I embraced what aches. I forfeited what seemed destructive.
Last to claim omniscience. First to be quiet. Most of life is middle grounds.
Learning was strenuous. Receiving was a challenge. Abstracts served as asphalt. And loving seemed esoteric—like it required hidden talents—like needing ethic convictions, moral appetite, whereas, most seemed to sail, moved by waves, upset with tides. I’ve meaning in meaning, with sins at the gate, pondering many headed intuitions. Seeing souls in predicament, many managing their station, to imagine we need, at moments, a kind gesture. I remain one catching up. If it becomes life, I endorse life, despite the notwithstanding.
It would seem unlikely if one waxed with charm—it belongs to souls to make assessments, with nights speaking mysteries, an affectionate thunder, or an infectious wonder, with time always debating its motives; purity of soul, an unending journey, desperate to feel right, to get closer to clarity, in becoming a mix of creatures, confounded at times, life becomes the sphinx—and it chills me, to imagine caution disputed as paranoia—in a land framed by deceptions. If it becomes life, I endorse life, with more to understand, with some level to engrave, filled as wings open, life has released a little numbness.
Most things are difficult. Some are mundane. Others remain hermetic.
I am with notice of a given fact, the soul of one is with skies.
I remain one catching up.
In life, a soul gravitates towards itself, its calling; the writer to ink, the lyricist to rhyme, the doctor to medicine, the love of family—to children. One is rich in incipience. One is found exquisite in arts. One has culture. These come by correctness. Beginnings as ultimate science, regarding a given rationale, an understanding, embedded in a long line or preparing members of a given relation. Indeed, it’s more to understand.
Last to claim omniscience. First to be quiet. Most of life is in between.
