Do you see me change or do eye remain still for you?

We sit in our skins.
Watching everything move about.
We think it is US that is doing the moving.
But we are, perhaps, like an eye, at the end of an antennae.
Like the electricity in a Static Globe arcing out to meet another...
any'other...
Someone who shares the perplexity and complexity. Someone who lives in that field of truth. A person to surpass the stories and find them swimming amongst all others and their stories. We look to meet another,... who we can settle with,... to sums of degree's... degree's beyond phd's.
We seek out any other who might take the ride with us for a few, occasionally 'unsettling' moments, while we learn the discourse of our inner expression, an expression bound to its flesh as it cultivates and is cultivated.
We sheep some and we Shepard some.
We feed some and feed off some and some feed us and feed off us.
We oscillate.
We give a bit, receive a little, evaluate and assess the usefulness of any given thing, idea or imagining and then we devour it into cellular memory, embedded to be used again, perhaps the next day, ...perhaps in a decade.
We dance in our skin.
We see others doing the same.
Each to a degree of their own accord, ...choosing and/or awareness.

Freedom from want is a mighty challenge in deed. Patience and Will are something one could use in abundance for these bits to unfold and evolve.
Oh dear holy source energetic frequencies and fields be plentiful and nourish as we travel even as you may remain completely still.

Eyes hear and noses read and mouths can take it in whole without a single bite.


We are the glue, the bottle, and the objects we stick to.get.her.
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