Lady Headlamp Explains the Light Side of Intensity from the Perspective of a Fly on the Wall

Just because I focus my entire small being

On every iota of inspiration

Or that I have a thousands of eyes

cleaving everything

Into elemental components

and mirrors,

And simultaneously piecing it back together . . .

or just seeing it as one and a thousand at once,

Does not mean I pick you apart or dissolve you with saliva and devour you.

It all happens at once.

In an instant, unless stretched out on a web to take a better look,

Which admittedly, I often do.

But this,

And the conversations that roll over onto their backs

and curl up

Or lay supine,

Or harness their appendages to flip back over,

They don’t feel heavy to me any longer.

I've trained my eyes to find the incredible lightness,

and release the weight,

without sacrificing an iota

of intensity.

These forces are not mutually exclusive.

"Nothing exists without . . .

Hey, your words, not mine."

I wish I could explain it to you.

Let you feel the lightness inside you,

like wind under wings.

Not within control,

but still amounting to buoyancy . . .

But, you always complain that the light coming in through the window,

Reflects sharply on the web

and blinds you

when I lay it all out on the web to share,

Or

you willfully blind yourself

before looking.

Love, Brother, Sister, what is it about the light side of intensity that frightens you so?