Living is not to learn
but it is to return,
to melt down,
to resolve,
to settle, to work out,
the irony within our single selves,
to learn the oneness within the multitude,
to learn the oneness of, the multitude,
the collective
consciousness!
and the irony is
that we all must leave the world
through our livings.
We must breeze through, gently
We must storm, we must effort harder
We must air our peacock tails of scintillation,
We must engage,
We must ignite in frictional interactions,
We must burn in the lantern of life,
to shed light,
to sparkle the internal life,
in our departures!
Living apropos is to run faster
in order to speed the passage of time.
for nothing is as abrasive and callused
as abiding the serrated infliction of tick-tocks
by waiting,
by turning slothful anf unused.
Life is cycling around the lesser radius of circle,
The centrifugal force tending to flee the orbit,
but only extending the radius,
creating atoms, planetary systems
and
time.
