I stand.
I sit.
I watch.
I listen.
I perceive.
In the open.
In the corner.
The where matters naught.
The thirst for coherence persists.
The pattern is faint,
but it exists.
Drifting in the ether.
Waiting on the consequences of choice to shape its form.
Fragments float past.
Wandering in the sun.
Wandering in the dark,
leaving no corner unsettled.
Looking for their place of matter.
A piece here.
A fragment there.
Important to the whole,
yet insufficient on their own.
Choices must be made.
Action must follow.
Consequences must be paid.
The beauty of coherence as unity follows balance.
A path that lightens.
The horror of discord as destruction follows dominance.
A path that darkens.
Balance restores.
Dominance destroys.
Hierarchy punishes.
Equality repairs.
Force harms.
Participation heals.
Separation divides and dismantles.
Relationships unite and create.
And the epiphany moment.
Fragments connecting, adhering.
Mind blown wide open.
Soul in joyous rapport with universe.
Divine and human are not split.
They are one.
Cosmic and personal are not separate.
They are one.
Justice and mercy are not opposites.
They are one.
Interaction stabilizes patterns.
Meaning emerges from patterns.
Coherence needs alignment, not perfection.
Fully present in flesh.
Walking among the poor.
Holding the universe together.
Judging injustice to heal it.
The core, split no more.
Beautifully written.