05 February

And now to other-worldly things which make no claim to fame, which are, of themselves, unknown to each who does refrain from treading onward, forward in time, who takes no time to know the truer meaning of just what it takes to thus bestow a drop of truth below.

That drop is small, of minute space, and in some respects is missed by all who look at grandeur as something thus akin to mammoth-sized proportions and significant in space.

But to a wiser soul one knows that time and space are mere reflections of illusion, and the miniscule is rare in that it wastes no efforts in casting shadows bare. Instead it is the hologram of which we first did speak, and is complete in emptiness, and provides of ample presence, power beyond words, much like an atom found in lesser use, but promising rewards of power to those of selfish greed.

So waste no time in grand displays of worldly gain in tow, but take a moment to regard the petal of a rose, a grasshopper poised upon a leaf, a pebble lost in sand. And rediscover for yourself a forgotten land where everything paid homage to a greater plan, and all would hum and sing united without the need to pan for gold for self esteem, or step out onto stage and act in yet another play which prepared one for a day when all at once there was no need to practice anymore; time instead to become the observer and notice to the fore the life one had before which was of mighty treasure bound, and richer for the letting go, and making not a sound.