Spin

Many things it seems decide to go and come.
Or come and go? No matter it's all the same sum.
A grand vision is what must be had.
Facilitating the motions of all good and bad.
Follow me if you will into the seat of destiny.
Let us hit on the head many tempered and solid philosophies.
If you can that is. Let us hear their will.
I hope you refuse to be left sitting still.
For I know not the path nor the things said and done.
All I know is the raising and setting of the sun.
Meditating deeply, my heart a slowly beating drum.
Entering a place where time has just begun.
Rivers and mountains not ready to be made.
No trees giving grass its first glance of shade.
All this of course cannot have come from nowhere.
Manifesting reason, existence becomes bare.
Way back when is where it seems to begin.
A long time ago way before sin.
Before the blessed sun became a small star in the sky.
Before thought was able to scream or to sigh.
There was an ability to exist in the flow.
Not something special. Less even then how we seem to grow.
Some say a big bang was what put thing in their place.
Others claim a god manifested them with a smile on his face.
I cannot say I agree with either one.
All I know is that were rotating quickly and spinning around the sun.

{T}