the jewel of motion

motion is the jewel, 

that the visual sense often want to gaze upon.

context provides for the gleam

and intake of itself the polish.

none of this is for then the ooo's or the ah's

but for the energetic shadows cast.

there is the over-simplified presentation

of energy embodiment,

as if just birds in flight,

ball oddly bouncing,

cars linearly stream past,

face smiles as if coming into bloom.

eventually a blink is self realized,

breath becomes invitational, 

even thought is subtle secretions in motion,

as the jewel in experiential settings.

this is the consciousness of illustrious,

where the broom meets the floor, 

each traveling at very different speeds,

yet everything is fluid

in and outside our realm of perspective.

for motion takes no prisoners

yet all of mass is dance qualified.

the subtler the motion,

the deeper that the glamor of respect comes.

we are all one sea of unverified,

maybe unspecified, 

possibly humanly unregulated,

motion of glee.

fluid is our religion.

water is as our distant role model,

while wind ever with the cheer.

sensory becoming ever-so more self confined

yet thought to be discovered as motion on the go.

and us, feelings akin to any waterfall,

we are the waterways of bloods,

the ever fascination of cell division, 

compositions pooling into decompose, 

a symphony of mass-in-motion instruments,

all of their own vibratory as composed.

it is as if motion is its own philosophy,

living the rhetoric of being,

way before the cast of words.

we, as humans, inventing usage as a byline.

no matter, all is well.

for in the essence of it all.

we, as mankind, invented

time and space for our mindfulness,

and more subtly, 

the sense of motion,

as our visual sensory, 

jewelry call . . .