The fragility of being human.  The swings of overbearing emotions of sunshine and inexplicable despair.  The contemplation of a dual existence of both.  Filling and emptying the body relentlessly.  Many seek to live, balancing unwaveringly between.  To afraid to wander too far from middle ground because the climb and fall both could cost so much.  we all try at some point to hold steady, but true nature will not allow it.  We are beings, vessels with no other greater attribute than to embrace and hold the color of the world and hence to have it drained and soaked by the canvas that surrounds us.  The use, the need, the purpose for living

being

feeling

experiencing…it’s deep and has a power we know only through the heaviness it leaves us with

that it moves us with

to places that defy the words we speak, defy the truths we tell ourselves.  The secret of our spectrum lies within.  muted by the walls we use to hold ourselves in middle ground.

a brilliance so bright and a darkness so deep it agonizes to look.  Contrast, yes, but beyond.  blending, mixing of all.  so full of soft and hard edges, tantalizing to touch and explore.  More, the brave ask for.  More to see and to fill and be devoid of.  Let the universe explode and collide, destroy through creation, and defy it’s existence becoming so full of everything that could ever exist, until suddenly it is one. dense and packed with no push or draw, and then,again,

it is nothing.  

and we return again to the experience of the next