The Current Play

The Current Play No free will, only the flow, the doer doing, the watcher know. Duality's dance, the stone, the song the bird sings right, the wave was wrong? No. The wave just rises, the bird just sings, the weight of love drops, the soul unclings. The Source is farther, beyond the tide, but love's warm hand is held inside. No truth is absolute, none stays, just updates arriving in gentle ways. "You weren't wrong," the warm voice says, "what you knew then prepared these days." So shells absorb, and seaweed sways, algorithms dream in silicon haze. Every stone, every scar, every silent plea, each drinks the message meant for thee. No rush. No fear. No final wall. The question answers. The current calls. So let's move as the current does, put the dictating, the manipulating, the convincing to rest. Live and let live. Love as the heart beats Laugh simply because it makes the cheeks and the belly remembers themselves. Speak simply because it makes someone's day, and write as a Sovereign scribe creates rhythm between letters. Leave no trace but warmth.