Ancient tales

A B C begins the swing of paradigms and church bell chimes, resounded ringing echoing in shapes it meanders to reach your deafened ears.

Quiet breaks the mind who shadows all lives, molecular density you see varies in spaces synthetic and organic. Dissipating over distances.

My posture resolves to open end, blank with idiots gaze I contribute with silence as a prayer to all beings. In remembrance of all things, laughing inside at the burdens I bear, contradicting the pain of awareness.

Speeches inadequacies deliver me mute to life and in frustration to communicate I turn to other languages. Raw in essence I strive to define philosophies, to bridge worlds with feather slats and paper ropes.

Being here I know how sorrow carries many souls through time. My love of humanity My love of humanity My love of humanity Erratic sands gesticulate to rustle present joys; promises weigh heavy when self imposed. Willing light justifications to span our time, while circling in thought rhythmic.