someday, you’ll see exactly what I mean
spiraling towards zenith
we are all conscious conduits of a greater knowing — unfolding and unfolding and unfolding, embracing the all unknown

if you haven’t recognized it by now, life always gets difficult — and endlessly perplexing
so be careful not to spiral out of the shared hologram of rationality
// for life consists of recurring cycles //
this very fact (kind of like you) is inevitable and cannot be ignored (much less stopped)
this world won’t coddle you enough once you’re out venturing down a path without road maps (or signs) to indicate where you might end up
// but maybe someday, you’ll find not knowing makes the journey all the more fun and worthwhile //
someday, you’ll see exactly what I mean
for now, let these words serve as a lasting reminder for the remainder of our time together (however long that will be)
and though these words may never amount to the guidance of a guiding star (like Polaris) here’s (me, maybe foolishly) hoping they provide some (semblance of) reassurance
something for you to hold on to despite the fleeting and uncertain nature of it all
little mirror, little mirror, keep those starry eyes wide open and illuminated in stark defiance of the (all-encroaching) darkness that fervently threatens to swallow us all (and all we know) in spite of our collective grit and conviction // to persist persist persist //
you’ll find that many will attempt to inject those starry eyes with cynicism and (varying shades of) jadedness
so let your soul stand cool and collected — unperturbed by the resolute indifference of the fellow travellers you will come across on your journey to new zeniths
if these words (and all others) falter, then I hope (at least) the recollections we’ve made — the sense memories of my embrace, my warmth, my smile — will keep you imbued with that spark, that burning sweet summer spirit, which renders you capable of anything (except, of course, fading)
someday, you’ll see exactly what I mean
little mirror, little mirror, I see so much of you in me (and myself in you) my kindred soul flame
(I hope you) reread these words so they may echo through the walls of your heart’s inner sanctum — until the blood stops flowing and you close your weary eyes, embracing the all unknown, the beyond and beyond (about which no mortal has ever plausibly recounted tales)
but that’s tomorrow’s concern, young one… keep in mind, your life has only just begun //
// be still and know that, even when I am gone, my soul — encrypted in these words — will always be a part of you //
and though science asserts love is just chemical bonds (and nothing more) the direct experience is far too nebular to be purely secular // or reduced to matter of fact, without mention of magic or something that hacks the very fabric of time //
someday, you’ll see exactly what I mean
so have faith in some harmony amidst the ubiquity of discordance — chaos (amid chaos) which abounds in every which direction
have faith in something greater — in the superfluity of hidden patterns (and rhymes) that not only govern our lives but transmute every ounce of our pain into something akin to poetry or melody (or the makings of myths)
savour all moments and zone in on the blessings though your faith will waver like the billowing waves seen across each and every ocean carry with you (like a ship’s sail) the knowing that you can always deviate from faithless, and play this (infinite) game with the notion that I (if not others) will always have your back // and so will, presumably, a higher power //
little mirror, little mirror, hold onto your sense of curiosity and wonder, for there will always be so much (beyond all we know) to be discovered
to forget the truths you once knew prior to becoming flesh (and brains) and bone, to permit your ambitions to be dissolved in the pursuit of societal-induced delusions, would be catastrophic // to say the least //
we are all conscious conduits of a greater knowing // unfolding and unfolding and unfolding // embracing the all unknown
we are all spiraling towards zenith // and the funny thing about zeniths is that even zeniths have zeniths // you’ll see…
someday, you’ll see exactly what I mean
but there will always be more to comprehend, waiting in the beyond and beyond, waiting to be unfolded
// and the process of the unfolding is never-ending //
little mirror, little mirror, beautiful little spark (not yet insatiable wildfire) destined to someday become whatever it is you will someday become // and become and become and become //
the future is meant for you to discover
and this, despite all in this world you may never wrap your head around is something to hold onto — something to believe in — especially in moments when it seems all you have ever known, ever believed, is falling apart at the seams — but always consider the possibility that maybe they, too, are unfolding and unfolding (and unfolding) // spiraling and spiraling and spiraling //
towards zenith, and maybe even every other zenith thereafter
someday, you’ll see exactly what I mean
