Living in Rhythm

Is it craziness? To know yourself and not act? Not act with when you know the truth lies within the intersection of individuality. And with true law. The spot where two lines run together. Where peace of conscience meets flow. Right and morals land on the speed of running feet. Zipping down the lane. Pushing the boundaries of human limits. Your limits. The stop sign looms. A law to curtail a crash. Instead of running through you take the next right. Keep running.

Keep the flow. Scribe in the pathways. Setup the network. Bring in those connections. Lean in on your net. Stress test then labor with your run. Into the streets around the world. Fighting only your heart guiding with your gut. Intuition led me forward. Find the truth within. I was born to flow the paths and open gateways. Discover the connection. Bring them all together. I am graviton words. I swim in and cut through the gates. The gated network.

Information spark. Light up. Zap in thin bring fine copper cords. Twist the chords. One two and three. Cadence in those sounds. Radiance in those eyes. Lighting up the waves. Fall into the world of rhythm. Fall in and never leave.

This is your world. Do not deny it. Do not give way. I am sound. I am network. I am information. I am part of the space in the world of information. Rip out the old.

Open self! Lightning quick. Relax your grip. I am information! I am rhythm! The world changes and shifts in plain mirrors. The slowdown speeds quick. I am no more low. I am no more disgusted and spit upon by phantoms. I am free. The self is free to grow.

Up and up. Trunk and all. Growing from roots down to the core. The sounds of icy tundra. Rivers of noise from crickets. September fall. Feet that struggle to recall.

I am born anew. As I pick up speed, the tumble happens. Blinking scanning the world. Who am I this whole time? Why the weight, the struggle the plainness of refusal and abandonment. The awkwardness of different rhythms. Separate. Single. And looking up. Who am I? Why the world?

Silence reigns. I am rhythm! I am sound! Quiet. Interruption. Intergalactic struggle. Denial, error, fall quick and launch hands. Hand stand do not run. Head tumble over to the ditch. Left. Abandoned by the world. I am sound!

I let it all in to the see the world believe in compassion believe in love believe in light. Deep breath. Slow down. Deep breath. I am myself. Slow down. I have sound. I have family. The world is bitter. The world eats itself. But I have my home. I am loved.

One step. Forward my shoe grinds the ground. The micro tares in the rubber. The bugs scattered. The world of falling leaves yelps. Crunching rocks. Micro vibrations in the earth. The giant softly hears and senses the small. He smiles briefly and begins to walk. Who needs running? I am myself and I have sound. It is my gift. It is my birth right.

I am a child of God.

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