Rhythm

All is rhythm

And reflection

Get it wrong

The next layer fails to happen

Life 
A Rube Goldberg experiment

Left on auto play

The larger universe
Encapsulating our universe

A dead and deserted world
Of automatons
Unthinkingly
Nudging
Loss ball bearings
That 
Bump into
Our intentions

Nothing personal

Sometimes life flows 
So perfectly
It is as if you have
God's hand up your ass

Blasphemy


At our best it is us 
who powers the universe
pistons pump 
drive the little ball bearing 
to the next domino drop

synchronicity
beauty 
simplicity

why things never happen
when put into place

things must fall

an airborne moment of trust
flight 
the second between 
the known 
and the known

freedom

not forced 
or begged
not fought for 
or won

nothing that can be taken from us 
by anyone 
but 

honestly . . .

does the last domino to fall

question the hand that started the motion?
or does it simply skid and slide as momentum carries it

across the table