A power that thrusts and receives,
A time breaking fervor of sight,
The transponder to the universe clear and yet indecipherable,
We move forward out of practicality yet knowing the reasons for our motion are beyond us,
Convincing ourselves we understand it all, yet simply knowing deep within that once we stop existing deep within, once that channel is cut, what are we but nothingness,
A prayer for the power to receive and give in accordance, to give and thus receive without expectation,
Wrought in a world of expectation singing the siren song of know it allness,
The song of developed theories of how to manuals,
Yet one thing remains true, we must keep moving, even then that means the cultivation of a stillness existing in pure light churning and vibrating with a bubbling glow of awakening.