FLUIDITY

We thought Life was literally a matter

 of structure, bone and stuff.

Something to get our heads around,

dissect, control, employ.

Whereas feelings were seen as somehow inferior 

- mere sensations to be gratified or condemned.

Viz: our proclivity to experience things in reverse:

kindof reflections, echoes inside out, upside down,

engineered back to front;

mayhap intuiting polarity is a joke - or hologram

 and Gravity isn’t the concern of non-linear mind.

Elements are quintessential

in this fractal finitude

 but quixotic in extremes.

Motion is the beauty of FLOW - expressing coherence of movement,

existentially conscious and innately purposeful;

our human assumption that its

a competent auto-mechanism 

falls short, and is a dilemma 

in quagmires of make-belief.

Actual faith is as resolute as scientific proof, ye gods.

We tiptoe around proprietary

with cultural expectations and conditionings

in fear of outrage or sacrilege

 yet reality itself is sublimely divine:

 God's implacable estate -

heaven on earth, indeed.

The sacred Flow is a fact, not a supposition nor a mystery.