In basins, hard star crafted soft vessels, collect the energies of intent. With sweeping compasses of geometry and meter, the vacuums of mind gather collections of imagination, memory, and will. Collapsing compression, upheaval, organization, and surprise abound in cosmic worlds of illusion, clarity, understanding ,and disguise. These are karma collections. Building forever, and never, with properties potential and kinetic. Sentient respiration properties balance through the everlasting flux nexus of cosmic pivot points, zero to infinitum. Each basin is perpetually equal in capacity. Equal in volume. Equal in amount. The alchemic majik of intent floats in the go between… every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Inescapable reality sublime, lost, surrounded, exposed, and balanced. Harmonious are the notes of Creation in the fields of viewpoint. Reaching, hiding, hiding, and reaching from one to many. Shielding, exposing, inviting, and securing along the paths of prosperity, and demise. The chokes of desperation revive with wonder of the observers amaze; spontaneously engendering responses of choice, choices, and the fables of interpretation all across the surface of galaxies galore.
Mesmerizing it is to know how neo phonic winds of inspiration move through the mind. All at once knowing the lost and found choices of mime. Here basks the glorious contents of each basin; perhaps disgusting at once, majestic the more. Fate not fret the uplifting deplorable crumbling zest, for what goes around comes around, transcending a mess. Value, huge value is leveled plainly on the mind of the immeasurable power of the choices of mine. Helping and harming, revolving in turn, results in a favor less favorable return. So with introspection, brought on by a crash crush explosion of a dimming bright light. Intentions tangled with deeds is forbearance. Let the basin of harm and discontent brim, help me please Prime Creator, now choose the right.