Upon Itself It Must Be...

In the bowels of endless cycles, reality's toll within existence we climb the walls we build and find protecting us from ourselves. Like children of nature's cauldron we wonder about our lives, clawing at allusive disguise but for the few awakening conscious eyes; lost among the stars, lost among ourselves. Evil seeps through the careless cracks of a virtue fading away to indifference; like a politician's stealth in the descending layers of deceit. I unto myself am only me as you are you with whom to see in echoes from the source of souls set free, thus upon itself it must be... Crying out in the silence of darkness ripples from the light of both goodness and nuclear collisions is the guiding energy in the space-less eternal web of existence born to it the imagination and self-aware thoughts of sentient beings. Alone in their place while together in parallel among others scattered about in the same dimensional plane, divergence by design of inevitability meandering with the purpose and intent of free will; choices of various colors paint the four dimensional canvas of our experiences and in my reflections of these considerations I see only of all what I can see; thus upon itself it must be... No one but I can do exactly as I do as I write these mysterious words reflective of my unique, particular experiences, style, emotional responses, and thoughts racing through my mind like the speeding particles of matter. Everyone is unique in many ways both known and unknown, like snow flakes forming, falling, melting, and forever forming again like the countless stars in endless reoccurring patterns. Time gets lost in the Universe's heartbeat of flowing energy among the eternal tides of existence; thus upon itself it must be... Who am I to say but to all I say as to who I am? Born into this world within reality's eternal domain no different in manner to any one else, and in that the only likeness in identities is in the condition that all identities are truly different. To this I write for only my own joy and to express both the concrete particulars and abstract meanings a deeper perspective to consider. For in the wake of our being by choice we live as we do, whether by truth or against it we must at least face ourselves in full acceptance of who and what we are in the struggle of overcoming our faults with the strength of our virtues, lest we drift away in the beast of self-pity like particles of dust scattered aimlessly by the wind. Let us recognize, myself included, the fact we are in ourselves deciding by our own hands the type of journey we pave along the changing yet ever present domain of our own existence within the existence of existence itself; thus upon itself it must be... Read everyday: www.lifergy.com