Translation

No matter is created

No matter is destroyed

All that happens is translation

From one state to the next..

Isn't it beautiful? This ebbing flow

tiding into form with each intricate dance


Flawless, with mathematical precision

Flawed, with free fill


We see the movement, try to give it names

Label the states, as if we know how they were arranged

Thinking the knowledge of form will make us the masters of creation

Until we realize we're translating a translation


As Above So Below

We subtly map the intricate flows

Empathically connecting to states of being

changing them by the act of seeing


Digestion

Fire

In the pit of my stomach

Turning these nacho's into something other than rubbish


Fueling me, somehow, to write this blog

translating these symbols into coherent words

through abstract layers of human created code

and even abstracter layers of divinely created code


It never stops