When the Universe exhales, its destiny unveils,
the colors of the flower gently fade, trees are felled by
seemingly angry winds, the waves of the seas rise
high and clasp one-another, and the mountains
spew their inert to the sky,
covering “ the sunlight
that grasps the earth, the
moonbeams kissing the
sea, from daylight to night-time
noir attire
The debate or discourse by
William James of’ free-
will’ (determinism vs
indeterminism) becomes
mute or at minimum no longer fodder for discussion,
for 'choice’ is no longer in the
cornucopia of life’s
basket; the infinite cycle of the Universe (s), has
inhaled and exhaled, thus the flower must embrace
the fading of its colors, “…yet
leave room to start
again” ~
