Wisdom climbed through my window, placed her hand upon my brow and said.
"In the center of your head there is a silence that knows all."
And I responded with.
Angry with love for years, she beat upon the sand of her fears.
Built castles and watched as the sun preformed its deconstruction of the mind. Structures built to fall.
A leaf to the earth.
the sky to a star.
Love and nature leave us defenseless and teach us who we are.

She placed her hand across my eyes and said.
"In the center of your sight, there is a blindness that sees all."
And I responded with.
Vain with love for years, she stared into her desire and pulled from the light of surfaced illusions.
She cried as the moon set her eyes on fire.
Beauties built to burn.
The secrets of the unseen, a flower to the sun.
Love and beauty leave us blind and leads us to the one.

She placed her hand upon my heart and said.
"In the center of your chest there is a fixed point of consistency that loves all."
And I responded with.
In love with love for years she stumbled in and out of dream, searching for something real.
She died as motion meet stillness.
The beat that is birthed from silence.
The darkness to the light.
Love and stillness leave us open and bring forth the wings of flight.

She placed her hand on my stomach and said.
"In the center of your soul there is a seed that understands all."
And I responded with.
Confused with love for years, she danced around belief, gesturel language.
She prayed as organic chemistry pushed forth the fruits of her soul.
Confusion left her defeated and love retreated. Into the sun,
from hence it comes.
And it was only then she understood.
The primal force.
The embrace of the earth.
Love and confusion leave us free and balance our ideals into clarity.


Ride the wave, move with it as it moves with you.
Tapping into some primal force.
Everything develops..
Projections of intensity.
A rush of sadness.
The anger is obvious.
Vanity fools us.
Trust schools us.
And love?
Love is purified in the flames of youth, illuminated by the torch of truth.
Burning into rising spirals of the earth's essence, an effervescence of change.
Ride the wave.
Tapping into some primal force.
Everything develops.
Wisdom you have not misled me, wisdom you have fed me.
Wisdom I will not deceive you, wisdom I will free you.
And love?
Love.
That which is born in the eyes and grows towards the heights.
I turn to you in beauty and respect.
As we rise, as we wise, into our natural effluence.
Everything develops.
But wisdom, what has this become?
Wisdom placed her hand on my feet and said.
"In the center of your foundation there is a balance that wills all sense into reason."
And I responded with.
The Moment.