Dancing with Reality
If reality wasn’t fixed but dancing if beauty wasn't vain but clear if we could all stretch our minds in thinking the layers, that divide us, would fade away. If our minds could find a place in time that stood still in face of fear to recognize the moving patterns just long enough to just be here. If crisis was the only
way to break the harmony of status quo; would we be able to move forward
or would the sun then stop to glow?