the sweet nothings of negative space

The sun sets and moon rises opening portals when it gets dark and late.

There are many paths possible beyond the imagined gate.

Light is reflected, absorbed and diffracted as our lives take hold.

Sometimes, light from within reveals awareness, of what we are not told.

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Light and shadow outline Jill kissing Jack in the moon.

They whisper a secret mystery, and act as natures' rune.

The singing man, formed in negative space, may give some eyes a rest.

Your reflections put the power of illusion to the test.

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We are directed by an imbalance of sodium, potassium, and magnesium, some say created by Jehovah. These remnants of stardust, combine with iron in our blood. All were forged in the crucible of supernova.

They existed before our nervous systems and brain got things twisted. They help us pass between realms, unassisted.

The imbalance holds the power of the God Mammon, who uses illusion to market wares, suggesting a product will make life complete and eliminate earthly cares. Creating the need for stuff, promoted as a way to make life feel great, feeds an insatiable need that becomes a burden with a heavy weight.

Living within one's means, as a habit, necessity or discipline, may require resisting peer group jeers in the din. Stuff does not guarantee living life well, especially if it involves living in a financial hell. There is more to life than indulging in the whims that money can buy. Value is held in the essence given on the day we are born and leave when we die.

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We may want to deny that we are part of the throng, but most of us hear the promise in the wind's silent song.

We will die. Our death will likely leave a gap that is profound.

Our absence will reveal the greatest mystery for which life is renowned.

Connections in the sweet nothings hold a divine clue. They help us respect life's pleasures and appreciate treasures that have true value.