Gravity
Movements might manifest some mindful, some blind luck. Unmasking, ultimately: a mirror, a muse, a magnet, a mindfuck(?) Blow by blow, leaves linger; some stronger, some longer than others. With warmth, vibrance, vigor - seeds stir silently; what is it that suffers? Abundance can, at times, drown a once-bright spot. Crowding, chaos, competition: Dry, dirty, deep, damaged. Is ‘weathering storms’ the plot? Some roots remember reason. Others branch out. Meaning gathers moss in silence; want weighs on worship - Can reliance be thought out?