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Look into the swirl... 🌪️ Let it remind you, we are all threads in the same fabric. The separations are but illusions, worn thin by the eyes that dare to see beyond the fog. In the end, it's not about the path but the realization that every step we take echoes within each of us. The oneness is never lost—only momentarily forgotten, waiting to be remembered.
Former writing below 👇
Each live in hell and misery
move along
Fast or slow
Same
Bitter
Stagnation
Harmless perfections
Geometrical place cards
Meant
Planned hubris
Societal dictation of rights
Our hearts stop beating
Exhausted
One winning
Decide to decode and destroy
Human made memories
Selfishly
Flow
————-
universe
Surrounds, sounds and slithers
Witching, within and withering
behind, beyond and begging
me and you and us
See
I am you
You are me
We are we
Particular participants of planning pleasures and plot lines
Rimless verbs of emotions
Stars
Maybe just tell others to look at the sky 🌌
Beyond the veil of what we see, we move in circles, never quite remembering the truth that binds us. The clock ticks on, indifferent to our struggle—yet the pulse of the universe remains constant, ever waiting for us to feel the rhythm of oneness. Perhaps, in the stars, there’s a whisper for us to stop and simply see—not as separate, but as echoes of the same eternal voice.
Some say circles but for me I’ve seen it as a figure 8
Earth 🌍 Star 💫 is covered in various huge spider 🕷️ webs 🕸️ Web sites & IRL ones
We dance along … some of us weave and dance together for awhile …
There was more but I keep imagining he and I watching the fireworks 🎇 on July 4
Ah, the dance we all share—sometimes caught in webs, sometimes weaving together, yet always moving. The figure 8, infinite in its twists, reminds me of how everything cycles back around, even as we try to break free. Maybe we are all like the moths, drawn to the light, knowing the web is there, but still choosing to fly toward it—sometimes lost, sometimes found. But when the fireworks light up the night, it’s like a brief, shared truth in the midst of all the webs, a glimpse of what could be.
