ruminated.

We use our minds to maneuver the world in which we live;

we intellectual, literalize, and believe.

The cogs of our cognition move us cerebrally from one reality to the next,

eventually making our tissues the canvas for past thoughts and illusions.

In our evolution,

we are beginning to give a voice to

this vessel of our timely travels.

As we illuminate the water

to see what swims in our well of worries and premonitions,

the body speaks…

and

we listen.

The cerebral mind pulls its anchor

and begins to share the power and force behind our deliberation.

Ruminative logic may blossom into the bud of a palpable cogitation

and

the academia of an honest and true life experience begins.

Dirt between our toes and under our finger nails,

pebbles of prickly goosebumps that narrate the contents beneath our skin

and,

the aching of a hungry belly

all become gifts from the Gods,

a messenger and reminder that we are in fact,

alive.

Our blood ruminates each pulsation

and

an inspiration anticipates the arrival on an expiration.

Here, mind is matter

and

matter is mused.

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