The staid notions
and wild hysterias
Were, by
intention, woven into a ball.
Not just any
ball –
a woven sphere
of strings
with a
multitude of colors and lengths;
a diverse
choice of materials
that neither
blended nor pretended
to uniformity
for this form in particular
or for that
matter, any conform.
There are silk
to hemp strings;
cotton to plastic
lengths and pieces
all tightly intertwined
and twisted
to make a ball
- a unit of conformity.
All of it entangled
around a core
value or a
premise of simplicity;
a cortex of natural
progression
of language
and dialect.
By design to
be vicarious -
for uncertainty
is the ultimate force,
the energy
that causes all things
into motion
and wave frequencies
and that abhor
the static realms of stillness.
Chaos wears
the clothing of peace and harmony.
Thus, to
unravel the mysteries,
one must be
willing to explore
the woods for
the fear and the unknown.
For understandings
can be found and lost
like ethereal
wisps of fresh air,
once breathed
or consumed,
absorb the unraveling
of the lines of dogmas.
The beginning
of life’s ravel
in the unraveling
of the entanglement
of universal wisdom,
the question always
inquires:
“Do you mind?”
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