If I shall hold the key, the energies absorbed around me. Then I shall too walk the path within, in which I am absorbed. I cannot resist it, even if I were to try. Should he perceive me, then I shall too perceive him. He who walks among you, is not you, it's not him. In a bulb of light, my thoughts are not of the world. My thoughts are of the word. Little does he know, who does not know of the silent seekers of the internal word. He who walks among you will be confused, he is shaking his will, as with the hands who feeds him. I am writing to all of my dear readers. I shall be doing so with an empty mind, in communication. We could have lost that which we once have been without, and we could receive what we've forgotten. Stand attentive and answer me this: What would our streams be without the movements of nature?
-----------Here's a bird---------------
I have been called for what I am not, for not being inside and for not swinging the pendulum. Should you find the courage to look with your hands and your head, not until then can you have been the eyes of a heart. Should we decide not to do so, then this post would not have been written or read for you. Judge me all you want, but we're all makers. This however seems to be more times than not, a corrupted nature in which we can see the taker. The-not-so-responsible-when-you-look-at-it. Receive the note of your heart and put it in a letter. Only by sharing the note from the outside, looking in, should you my dear readers find peace.
--This is not a bird--
In an ongoing battle to find our nature, we're seeking answers. Good. Knowledge. Look at what you've got. You. Is this still a riddle, or have you've been provoked? We could think we have been, but truth be told. No. Not until we provoke ourselves enough to find the armor needed for defending our own words. I am alive in you and you are alive in me.
As William Shakespeare wrote:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee