And I resist randomness,

Certain of the magic that flows through life…

Wide open in existing truths…

Nourishes signals,

Between synchronicities,

 

I resist what misaligns,

Reckless in veiled art...

 

I undressed in my immeasurable peace...

Going against the chaos in the distorted reality,

 

To Being...

And avoid any disorder,

Far from entropy…

 

The illusion that permeates the mess,

And the disheveledness of inattentive hearts…

In the bitter discrepancy,

Of a fragile humanity…

 

As energy propagates in contrasts,

Flow is the balance of the parts…

To integrate Oneness, 

 

There is no need to insist on contraction,

Don’t even get lost in the expansion…

But in the dynamics of life,

To be more than reason,

 

To break into the Light,

To Being, 

Believing…

 

In the Sacred arrangement...

Divine architecture of Creation.