Apprehension of Wisdom
All is well.
Honesty: Each a heaven to a sense.
Truth: Every sense to opinion of flavor.
Freedom: Taste by color of the Wind.
Liberty: The Wind colored in Essens.
Way: To this we are the Saga.
Family: By it we meet.
Benevolence: For that we have begun.
The Second Miracle - Holistic Collusion
Ever get that feeling like you're missing something? The sensation of not keeping up with the world? That is your freedom ring. Freedom needs us to be willfully quick. Enough to catch up with wit to the sense of all. We achieve this in care for everything, anything and all that goes on - ever. That's it. Now you can paint the colors of the Wind.
I once knew a temporal delusion, accused of holistic collusion. It drew to this, which I came to miss; its life in consensual intrusion.
Fortunately, it came to be, concluded in context of fusion - we wouldn't have known, it's seed to be sown, for faithful and doubting alike. It's intricacy with us to be shown, like flash from above to strike.
If oddity goes, with wit we would find, to not let impossible fit. But would it behind, the reason entwine, even rhyme just might decieve. The lewis to cut, the hit spinoff gone nut, to believe simply might turn our bile.