soft loud conversations. movement. background noise of the constant. the constant rhythm of directing ideas and emotion between each others. the constant undertone of just trying to survive. to create. to go toward please and avoid the pains of unknown, fear, loneliness.

we numb. we go to extremes to feel. we reach for the next task, the next motion to bring us out of mystery.

within this constant, there is truth. a way of being that does serve the broader whole. the act of continuing the constant is keeping a universal motion.

but there is more. within the constant we can shift to a different constant. one that doesn't have to numb or reach. one that recognizes the distressed rhythm and turns it into the acknowledged climax of a symphony and softens to bring resolution befor the next arrial of a different song.

its through weaving the moments of pure truth within the gaps of necessary constant.

and what is pure truth?

it is laughter at the moment of receiving the ridiculous nature of humanity.

it is being witness in raw grief, anger and sadness.

it is allowing a beat to move a body part into beauty in motion

it is the gentle ripple of calm waters coming into land and the quietness that surrounds it while you accompany the stillness

it is the space between thought when no voice is in dialogue with your choices pf what is next

and it is sitting next to another in complete presence without judgement, avoidance, or explanation

it is the ebb and flow of recognizing love