Malfunction

A malfunction brought us here. An electrical discharge, way back in ancient time.

It’s all one big story with nowhere to go. There is no end. There is no beginning.

It is a cycle that repeats with voracious intensity, insisting to teach something; if only to be in tune with that frequency. Something is definitely in malfunction. A button pushed when it shouldn’t have. A door stayed open when it was better off shut. Swallowed whole by a giant black hole, we’ve tumbled into the profound and now are dust. Our misled desires tricked us with pain. In the eternal timeline, it’s impossible to move without making a sound, waves created with every thought, not possible to contain. Awareness alone is disrupting silence, leaving no sign and thickening the plot. Story says, that was the only way.

Eternity not enough to make up for the giant detour, a new reality is needed to stop going astray.

Stuck in this enduring story, with nowhere to go, a new existence is being traced out. Deep in the malfunction possibilities reign, because in endlessness, creation is bountiful, not merely clout. All along the way you will find more than one clue. In the emptiness, breath is exhaled, every mistake turned into something new. Our strongest wish, to be, is awarded a million times over, cascading, overflowing everywhere, like that misty, morning dew. Officially, existence is waiting, the answer we have to our plea. A tidal wave of possibility, frenzied with appetite, like the fury within a raging banshee.

So that story, the one with nowhere to go, is just a circle, where much we repeat, but much we see coming. Flower by flower, going along starts once again the bee. Lessons learned, possibilities opened with every single choice. So with malfunction and all, that electrical discharge back in ancient time, by a spark of luck let us all be.