So Here I Sit And Wonder, And Ponder What To Write...

Words lost for meaning, trailing off into the lonely abyss of unsettling solitude, land hopelessly on the computer screen in front of me: So here I sit and wonder, and ponder what to write. A multitude of thoughts and emotions flood my weary soul astray in the swirling spirals of energy gathering in an angular momentum manner from the asymmetrical size and densities in particles of matter attract and repel to the extent of making life possible: So here I sit and wonder, and ponder what to write. Choices in actions by conscious volition and physical reactions within the necessity of survival by means of instinct and conditions born from the inexplicable circumstances determined by the nature of energy's matter set forth by the eternal state of existence and the essential characteristics' inevitably both congruent and reciprocal correlations of relative necessities: So here I sit and wonder, and ponder what to write. Intrinsically bound by the nature of that which it is composed by the configurations set forth in its ability to survive and thrive among both the parallel and opposing forces in its immediate environment within which it lives, as is all that shares by like and unlike patterns of both voluntary and involuntary actions for either meaningful purpose or random responses to changing circumstances: So here I sit and wonder, and ponder what to write. Sacred are the bonds in the sanctity of true love and identity of souls entwined with each other in the highest sense of joy and the glory of love's virtue rising in kind with the admiration of choosing by effort and truth the best from within and throughout the challenges of the arduous journey's to fulfilling the purpose of being as determined by its essential nature and identity: So here I sit and wonder, and ponder what to write. What is it but that which what it is which can only be what it is as something outside of nothing as a realm which cannot exist? I am only all that I am and what I can be as determined by the choices I make by reason or whim, by truth or falsehood, by good or bad, by virtue or sin, by order or chaos, by love or hate, by joy or sorrow, by acceptance or denial, by nature or insanity: So here I sit and wonder, and ponder what to write. Cosmic rays through space penetrating the dense matter of a neutron star cannot deter the infinite power of love and the spirit of a conscious being ascending to the joyful light of conscious awareness. Oh happy spirit of the scared soul of ascending wisdom's light, that which resides within us all, please guide my wondering thoughts to the focus of your higher purpose to my receptive mind and to all those made worthy by their own chosen path of benevolence and love: So here I sit and wonder, and ponder what to write. If all the power and force of all that is, if the source of existence save outside of itself impossible, if the universe expansive and eternal in it's infinite reach with nothing beyond it but its own endless cycles back to its origins of non-origin, if god as god but not as a source to itself, if possible as impossible to be the potential of no other possibility, if nothing as nothing not even as nothing, if everything as something but nothing, anything, and all things as things withing themselves, if thinking as thoughts comprehensive of both themselves and all aspects of all concretes and abstracts of both inside and outside all other considerations and absolutes as they exist in existence; if reality, I pray to thee: So here I sit and wonder, and ponder what to write. Kept Secret? "Profound & Simple"