Focusing

FOCUSING

In this instance “xy” remaining constant to all life, is the desire to live, The desire to be.
All stemming from the time foregone, where much was not measured with awareness.
Such be this verity, as still the “Rain Forest Gardens” spews, and hold secrets of the single cell,
where knowledge of life’s intentions and diversity is lucid.

Life’s greatest feats in survival are assimilation and adaptation.
Many vehicles are used in moving life to bounds untold.
The codes that make public life’s trails, are embedded deep; that understanding is illusive,
but an attitude allowing labor with intent, must and will always yield accuracy.

Not known are the triumphs to be conquered, as the box only holds fast to familiarity of exposures,
hence, revelations are only in transformations, composed anew in life’s continuance.
Few are the numbers that aligns and comprehend when life offers revelations,
where recognition unfolds to abundance, through accepted disclosure.

Life’s journey had longevity yet before it commanded the division of a lone cell or  choose human flesh as one means of voyage and intentions.
Much has been employed that the purpose of life remains constant and changing.
Commanding and imposing resources until all transformations are complete
and life stills, justified, verified, exact.

By: Masterpoet Charliewang ©