Life. Happens.

Like a pile of rocks rampaging down a steep hill from only God knows where; with all their eagerness to build a new definition for themselves from their very inception, to become more than their individual igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic characteristics, and raise on they interlockedness some new structure that gives purpose to their being - built.

Life. Continues. To. Happen.

Unquestionably like the rise and fall of Sun and Moon, or the blinking twinkles of far away stars; like the dizzying turn of Earth and its brothers, or the whirling whirl of the Universe with its Mother Creator - mentally creating all from All that is born and lives and dies and is reborn to live again - unquestionably.

Life. Is. Still. Happening.

Even through the dark deep downs of seemingly endless nights when the Moon hid and the Sun slept and the Sky fell and the Stars dimmed and smiles faded and laughter dwindled and Love seemed lost looking for Happiness distraught; Sadness moaning and Fear lingering and Hope silent and Faith watching - all the while Life strutting down the boulevard of Death seeking another birth, another life, a little - rebirth.

Life. Goes. On.

For You, for Me, for Him and Her and Them too - looking to live a little more each moment; fighting the limited spectrums shutting off perspective to possibilities, to OPEN UP and LET LIFE FLOW through all of You and Me and Him and Her and Them too that are flowing through the whirlpool of happenings trying to capture each moment as deeply as every grain of sand too, trailing behind every rumbling rock raging down some steep hill descending to a new Hell - to ascend towards a new Heaven.

Life. Is. Living.

Live.

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Life. Happens.

Like a pile of rocks rampaging down a steep hill from only God knows where; with all their eagerness to build a new definition for themselves from their very inception, to become more than their individual igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic characteristics, and raise on they interlockedness some new structure that gives purpose to their being - built.

Life. Continues. To. Happen.

Unquestionably like the rise and fall of Sun and Moon, or the blinking twinkles of far away stars; like the dizzying turn of Earth and its brothers, or the whirling whirl of the Universe with its Mother Creator - mentally creating all from All that is born and lives and dies and is reborn to live again - unquestionably.

Life. Is. Still. Happening.

Even through the dark deep downs of seemingly endless nights when the Moon hid and the Sun slept and the Sky fell and the Stars dimmed and smiles faded and laughter dwindled and Love seemed lost looking for Happiness distraught; Sadness moaning and Fear lingering and Hope silent and Faith watching - all the while Life strutting down the boulevard of Death seeking another birth, another life, a little - rebirth.

Life. Goes. On.

For You, for Me, for Him and Her and Them too - looking to live a little more each moment; fighting the limited spectrums shutting off perspective to possibilities, to OPEN UP and LET LIFE FLOW through all of You and Me and Him and Her and Them too that are flowing through the whirlpool of happenings trying to capture each moment as deeply as every grain of sand too, trailing behind every rumbling rock raging down some steep hill descending to a new Hell - to ascend towards a new Heaven.

Life. Is. Living.

Live.

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