Wake up, get out of bed and make your way to the destination at hand.
there are gardens that need to be watered, but that is not your task fort he day. Only for the morning before you get to anything else.
Rise the seeds over a period of time, And let the sunlight summon them toward the sky, awakening their being and allowing their sustenance.
You gotta get moving and grooving and getting a bunch of things done today.
You gotta get the go on and get some more go again as soon as you can, but if you don’t then you know that there are always no alternatives, no options, no surrendering to the beating still sun above all that is as it pumps out its life force and enraptures all, despite the novelty having long worn off.
Could there be other ways around the whole thing? Could there be new horizons to experience and embracing pathways that lead to an objective goal at hand?
There is no way to tell other than looking forward, but you gotta keep going anyway so there is a chance that even trying to reach the progress of the station may not be all that it seems.
But then again, perhaps it all is. Perhaps in un-jumbling the message the embrace of the breathing can only cause the expansion and collapsing of the body through repeated motion and gradual incline and decline.
No knowing until the knowing is going and the lines smooth out to contract and retract and inspire to perspire the respiring trying of the lack of dying.
But then again, what is in a bee house of hooves on a perturbed dawn?
You can only do what you need to do in that instant, but the choices are yours to embrace and the reality is yours to contort. You’ve a long way to go, but at least it is your journey to embrace and travel and your direction to choose.
So a few words about this.
I was going to do a word challenge but decided not to. Had other things to take care of so I wrote this whilst on hold.
A bit jumbled, a bit messy, but it’s probably more about word flow than it is something that makes sense.