Let it become

Let it become, like the rain.
Let it fall, and flow again.

Like a glass marble, the mind reflects the world around it.
Cutting ribbons of thought, from spools of knowledge.
Colors reflected from world's around .

Collectively it is now...
Unorganized and unwound, frayed at the edges and tossed to the side.

This is a new age of thought, a dawn of reflection turned inward.
The future is revealed within.

Dare to challenge, to change, to feel.
To take apart and reject what is real.
For what is lost is always found, when mirrors are but turned around.

Drawing in the dark

In a dark room, drifting off into places unseen. With tools of life in hand I begin to work, fingers led across blank pages by forces unseen. Feverishly scratching away, a dark mass is forming just beyond my line of sight. Pushing forward till I am told without words to stop. I reveal the unseen with a burst of light, and before my eyes stands the formless, night loving, figure.