Expression
Every humanlife seeks an expression. Figuring out the song we came to sing, the music we came to make isnt always an easy ask. Eventually, yet gradually, as one learns to be more and more at peace within, the symphony begins to unmute itself. The silence of the profound truth erupts, shaking every stillness into a dance of frenzied delicate movements. Everybody is looking to share something of value, a unique sense of purpose, whether that can inspire another isn't much pertinent. However that what you hold within, wonderous nectar of your benevolent presence augmented by passionate dispassion, a disposition that sends out waves of solace, is all worth latching on. So whether, what one does or does not do for that matter, is just the tip, real thing is the space from which it emerges. The expression of expressionless does have a way to find its own expression in the end, or a new beginning shall we say? The beginning of the end or ending of a beginning or just a shift f