Complexity is mysteriously attentive. The car wreck from which you could not look away. The pair of eyes in the woods that you felt upon your neck. The quiet, reserved muscly silhouette looking away from the dangers ravaging the world around. Into the event horizon we fell because in that moment nothing would remain hidden, forever.

Ambiguity a gauntlet of apparent indecision. Captured and quiet looking for the pathway through the maze, but happy to discover that internal mapping makes you king of your domain. For those who spend their lives wandering will at some point lose hope and be thankful when you suddenly appear. Savior of the moment.

What are each of us given that brings the priceless man to the window of recognition? What if being difficult, mysterious, incongruent with the norm were device to solve this dimension’s wounding? Aloof can be on the roof, in the garage, a team or workplace seeking blend while truly wanting mend. All reason applies in fantasy.

Tempered for the pathways winding dangerously close to the doorway of Hades. Shadows, bogs and fallow grounds bereft of Spirit’s minding lay in wait for those seeking escape from the prying eyes and mouths of mankind. Convincing is contagious as we seek restitution for that which we yet have in discovery. Health evades the poisoned.

What reality leads each man into freedom? Do the moorings of life in sovereign stance evade countenance as we believe ourselves the victim? What then is a poor, wounded or unlikely king to find that will lead to coronation and contentment? Into the streams of darkened perception, we wallow, until the light we sought washes it clean.

Understanding is redemption for then belief and supplication may follow. In the winding halls of time, gravity and dimension we find delicate and mesmerizing fate. Finding hope in the decode. We walk through worlds unintended. And in so doing unravel our own mystery as we have always been seen naked, cold, hungry, tired and alone.

In compassion’s address we find the love we’ve been missing. Hiding next to the frozen, terrified child unwilling and unable to step into the light for fear. In boldness or coldness, we forsake the many and the plenty hoping to accommodate our dreams and knowledge with examples of our own judgment. For being one of many somehow makes things right.