Fragile, is a strength of soul.
It is emerging into this,
our shadowy world,
with no moment of light
more precious
then any other of the rest.
This strength,
as the deep cadence
of sensitive being,
is never disturbed.
Even for all of the bounty
that the art forms of
compartmentalization
and show of strength demand,
these delicacies,
woven of soul unity,
silently abide.
As eddies of this,
believed to be fragileness,
they are, in all ways,
in the stream of things,
although not evidenced as obvious,
these, as traits, may appear
as ever so vulnerabilities,
yet still they essentially dance,
minute refinements as entry points,
in the amass of the whole of being.
Our flow enunciates
as a pronouncement of us,
yet none of these
as fragile particulars
need appear to be justified.
All motion is genuinely respectful
to the fluidity of this cause,
as when fragileness
grandly does appear:
as when avalanche honors gravity,
tsunami bows with waves,
conception offers
an inadvertent spark
of divine intimacy,
and with each breath,
we, as Clydesdales, of human form,
initiates motion,
from simple throb
to arduous trek,
from unconscious inhalation
to breath mastery
into other planes,
this fragileness implores
beneath and behind the obvious.
Secrets, our fragileness
as secrets, only live
in the privacy land
of our self-isolation.
These aspects of us
are defined like noise.
Where by the tern, noise,
is like an eyesore
only because
we name it as such
and honor our ignorance
as masterful.
From secrets to noise,
this is a shattered world
by description,
but not by these
essential fragile means.
We have made ourselves
self-relevant bystanders
in temporal self-involved dares.
We are on a stage we claim
as audience to us,
but there is no truth
to this to share.
Audience is a degradational
yet we live in its usage..
It represents an imbalance
of human perspective.
In our heart of hearts,
there is no such thing
as practice
or performance either.
All things are but one
and united as such.
We, as the pride
of self-consciousness,
live conundrum lives
in these faceted worlds.
Yet for that
which is labeled as fragile,
but is, as a strength of soul,
our ultimate emergence
is to become one
with this, our truly
fragile world . . .
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