Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft,
The expulsion and eruption of the yang,
And the terrible yin stay...
It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!
when our dreams
have all headed
when the memories we held tight
against our chest
only remain as tattered
I became trapped in a pixilated universe—
a virtual reality, I invested in a world
of people I couldn’t see or touch, but
The river that flows is all of things,
It is love, time, it is eternity,
One can’t distinguish between the streams,
In the river of life that we can see,
In every drop our existence entirely,
Not separated by boundaries,
Interconnected to all we can and can’t see,
In the river that flows we are eternity.