Convergence

One surprising thing that happened on my solo trip to Australia last year was meeting a soul of a parallel journey, we had many dispositions that brought us to where we are and designed our perspective on life. I was a convergence that would be a once of a lifetime occurance.


Remarkable meets fascinating

A journey of two souls in parallel

Making decisions that bend the nature of their paths

Causing it to coincide with the ways of another

Constantly flowing forward.

 

Rivers from the mountain drifting its way in its course

Returning to its route and alternating in between logic and rationale

Sliding through intersections of intense emotions

Weaving amongst serendipitous, frivolous memories

Falling into natural cascades formed over thousands of years of formations.

 

Where fresh becomes salt

What was bland finds tastes in life?

Flavours of insignificant minerals that come together to create an ocean of messianic zeal

A solution to the desires of longing and wanting

A desire that all humans seek their whole lives to find

An innate need to want genuine connection that ties all humanity together.

 

Is it a question of fate?

A subject of the laws of attraction?

Is education limited within the confines of those who formed ideologies that was thought to be the best method of conducting society?

A discourse of dispositions and disorder?

 

There is no absolute answer,

Only a journey of past experiences and present decisions

Where the aim is to find ways to convene again

In hopes that the rivers will merge into the known ocean

A vast, open, unrestricted body of movement, life and sustenance

The infinitive cycles of generations that create, degenerate and regenerate.

 

Souls bounded by the dimensions of this lifetime

Ever searching for the joys that make mortality worth living

A means to an end to find fulfilment and satisfaction in a life so temporal

Their own definition of eternal bliss

Encapsulated in the form of sincere, unconditional love.

 

- Swit Marie

0327H 21st June 2019

TMM HQ




Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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