Assuming new orbit around the beloved center of the Universe. Locked from rotation upon my own axis, tidally facing the light of my reflection. Showing the darkness my backside, not from disrespect but from knowledge that there is no threat, fear or worry from loss.

What is the flower in budding but becoming the blueprint of its creation lasting each day until that moment of purposeful fulfillment of blossom and seed? To be viewed in the context of that making having achieved the programming of God one day to look upon it.

There had to be a fall, a seemingly insurmountable collection of laws, rules and performance objective over which we were led, thrown or catapulted to new lands and possibility. The documentation of life well lived may not by reason be in simple gifting accomplishment.

Resurrection as a fallen church yet sprouted from new ground, sweet, young, accepting of Celestial seasoning to flourish in technical supremacy of coding upon brand new strands and tether. Born again to a reprized or golden set of memories, targets and experiments.

Watching as time takes on new meaning and purpose no longer held to the temporary clicks of seconds seeking years. Watching horizons with ten billion new hues expanded by complex division of the wonder within light, waiting to adapt or notice shimmers and shadow.

Laying down the life I was meant to live incorrectly. For this road leads to the known destination in the scripting by mankind’s play-writes. Now I crave a destiny that includes the pathway lit up by the stars of understanding. Taking rightful place among them as eternal servant.