Separate, but integrated.
Patterns and the canvass
Created and just there
Alive, yet invisible
Awaiting your decision to partake
Creation, the gift from God, brought into existence with His Word, His breath. Is it real? If it is real it has been created, the many to the whole; the seeing eye to the feel of the snow, gently covering what was nothing, but now what you stand on. If it was created, but not by God, then who? Was it a machine? For what purpose? To live and yet to die? To suffer, love, betray and believe? What put thought in your head? What gave you your dreams, fears, and nightmares? What made it so you would willingly give your life away for another? Skystreams, mist, formless yet projecting endless form. What do you see in the clouds? Skystreams, whatever you see is endless change, a willingness to conform, reveal, conceal, and move through the ever world. Which reality did you grasp?