Behind movement there is stillness. Beneath chaos there is grace. Before matter there was mind unbound by time and space. Its thoughts were just like seeds that sowed their code where darkness reigned; bursting open at their seams they dreamed to learn what they contained. Genesis has many faces but it always starts the same. Darkness comes to light like a sleeping giant wakened; forming words on cosmic lips that ripple outward like a quake to say I am what I have always been. Composition and composer. The unfolding moment as told through two eyes a trillion times over over the course of overlapping lives. One story untold sides. Unfold anything you’ll find the whole inside. We all hail from the same soul temporarily divided; temporally confined behind walls we build with the sands of time inside our own minds to remind us how time flies. Close your eyes. A human being’s true colors aren’t the hues we hide behind; being human is a ride our spirit tries when stars align. Everything is one we just perceive the world in twos. But to exist is to be fused. When souls collide new cells arise so life might start anew. Duality is not a duel; The yin and yang’s a centrifuge that fades away to shades of gray as we move into the center’s truth. The eye of the storm as my witness all movement is born in the womb of stillness. Chaos is wooed into order imbued with the warm grace of light’s rapturous rays and from that matter rose the human mind bound in time and space. Its thoughts are just like flowers sprouting out from boughs of trees dreaming of forgotten roots inside the dark when they were seeds. They came and went like autumn leaves. We come and go like autumn leaves.