title in gestation

Is it a game well played when all the pieces fit together? I am in a wedding, the one that is without bias. The cement that sticks together the bricks of trust melts down to be reshaped in a wiser structure. Look at my seat, concave rocking chair, it felt for almost four quarters of the day desynchronized to the vibration, almost like a deathbed. What was the click? Sudden changes from the visible to the hidden side may seem as something natural once one has reached there... There are no miracles, magic potions that transform you instantaneously in a modern Dr. Jekyll, it only works one way, the easiest one, the one that is effortless and reduces the divine essence to be underworld waste. Hummingbird suspended, in static movements ride, pecking here and there, with misused abilities who could you possibly be? There is an order and a harmony that preexists all that is perceived by the silly five senses, by the inclination to succumb in the ponds of the contemporary human numbness. I greet sometimes the luck of being awake. I do not allow myself to think as often I should, to that I am brought towards it by some sort of celestial corps compendium. I have the suspicion that it is due to a team work and not uniquely owed to my own merit. A symbiotic work between the Maker and the forehead sweat of his piece of work. B_Nour