Pondering Questions

As the ocean relentlessly pounds the surf, eroding away minerals to a new life, you become life; breath; joy; remorse; guilt; pleasure. As a leaf drifts down to a stream, where it does not settle but becomes swept away, to an as of yet unknown experience, it feels content. It feels? Questions are doorways with an infinite amount of rooms, and if each entrance has no set pathway...do they overlap?

Revelations pound her ever strengthening mind daily. Consciousness of the planets is her most recent pondering. She has written these down, but gifted them away to be read and absorbed by other minds not so far away. The negative forces come from deep within the Earth, because why would she want to do us harm? Emotions held in for so long always end up surfacing in some way. Like stress shows in our human form, it comes about in other collections of consciousness as well. Like a heavy rain pounds the grass, puddles form and droplets bounce back up, trying to return to sender. Is this a retaliation or a cry for help? Is it a search for place of origin or an odyssey towards freedom? How can we look at happenings in our external environment and correlate them to our daily lives? Trivial matters hold as much purpose and importance as any other sequence of events. Some can learn more from watching the rain than others can learn in a lifetime of events. Not only can the rain teach, but everything. Every atom is a teacher, and when they merge together they can show us entire universes. An apple changed the laws of physics to this day, just one example. Triviality should not be a word, because in adverse realities anything could be important. Perspective shifts and then these matters don’t...matter. Not only are they taken off of our hearts and minds, they cease to exist. The question of these particular ponderings is this: Does the matter cease to exist because our minds forget it, or do we forget it because it ceases to exist? Nothing is similar yet nothing is different. What creates individuality? What creates duality? Is it possibly for a collocation to be strictly fiction or truth? So many questions, multiple books could be written. Should she give her opinion or just ask the questions, waiting for a response that may never come. Never is a question truly answered, but isn’t that what people want? Is it? Would the masses prefer to think about unanswerable questions or would they rather have an opinion to ponder?

Torrent. Deluge. Rainfall. So many words with one meaning. Or are there multiple meanings? Each word has its own vibe, its own personality. Using the word cloudburst is different from sunshower. Both are absolutely beautiful, in her reality. Yet, if another were to hear, cloudburst (for example), maybe it would hold somewhat more...violent imagery.