Finding

Today will say nothing to reveal the secrets kept by tomorrow.  Author

It begins it. I have been here before, as I could tell.

For finding: that myself I have reborn

But not seen, is forever to persist

To gather around the seasons of space with the                                 everlastingness of event

With the layered energy as it is made of things.

Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought                                   arises

And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.

But do not forget the abyss

And castaways when thinking repeats in cycles.

If it should tremble,

Or the isolation should collapse the space in on me,

Begin moving forward by minutes

Or hours, if you will, or days, for stepping is power

In any time.  And if there should be light

Flash light, or glow light by the third eye

Hold to it or wait for cycle –

It is knowing energy on its way

With any luck, collectively,

For lack of a better thought.

There is more to learn,

Next time, if not today.

A time when I’m relaxed and ready,

All set, not weary,

On center, without alarm, and not in the past

When everything went bad before despite all the planning

They call this getting ahead. It happens fast.

The happening     is questionable.

Being aware of change is my responsibility;

You must take charge   over the problem of knowing

You should keep a journal to

Small enough to stay by your hand,

To keep the seconds or minutes.

The words will carry each step:

If you are going beyond your past,

It will show. You have broken free

And know nobody else could have done that

Is a symbol of brainpower.

Moreover, if having put yourself on the road,

It is certain that you are on your way.

The chronicle is going. This time is yours

And will claim no other

To repeat beyond the loop;

And old terror: the terror that’s been since forever,

In the same space the inseparable normal good

Being passed through mankind

Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness.