all is well

Talking is deleted

Words transform

faster then I can think them

I sense images

and feel sounds

whirling around

like a school of fish,

condensing the sea of being.

I can stand there and

hear the loudness of it.

Bearing the weight of them all

Yet I wait

and accept them in.

Capital letters tumble through me

some fart on exit.

Others simply leave quietly.

All is well in the world.

moving us

My truth is not yours

and yet it is part of us all

My life is not lived

Yet it has already been past and in the future.

My choices are my own

yet they are also inseparably yours. 

I figure out who I am

By learning what we're not

Do I not say what I mean?

All of us talk vibrationally.

It's energy that speaks.

The key is to actually pay attention.

Can you feel it?

Moving you?