We Are All Ageless

raining thunder of legend and prowess and anticipation and sadness and glory cradling our essence, our interest our wishes and whispers of hope… Entropy will try anything. It contracts pushers of all kinds of nonsense that proves itself God. Not that it is wrong… It is just not all there is. We are all ageless. Come on, think about it. Why do you ‘think’ *presence* is so *hard?* Because those thoughts never die! They flow and flow and flow Their only recourse is to ripen. Alter their allegiances, perhaps dive undercover… waiting for their time to be magnetized to that beach and claimed. They mature at our behest. But not at our doing. It is interesting when you think about it, how thoughts actually believe they will die when all that happens is that maze of forgetting. (Entropy.) Those contract pushers. That is their problem. They think they are going to die, so they invent ways to avoid it… Avoid what??? Responsibility. Pain. Trauma. Torment. Truth. The music. But see music is like those thoughts. It never dies either. Those vibes are inside the body… they survive the body. (Entropy!) But the music… that is actually something else. Gathers us together, revives the dust of that same body when we clear the space to listen. …those contract pushers though (yeah, third time I bring them up) they put up a mean fight for that same space with all kinds of promise. Because they have not cleared their own. Psychic space is precious. So vulnerable to the chaos, until it isn’t. So is the body precious. Sweet berries turning the tables… our fulcrums of existence. There is use in knowing the betrayal of illusion. ~