A Temple In A Planet

Without hate, love cannot be divided. Its the light that separates our eyes and our nose is just a bridge for "the stream" to pass through, to where it leads to our sky and words can CALMLY. SCREAM OUT. A WHISPER of joy. We are the dust, the air, the water, we are everything and we are NOTHING all at the same time. We are anything that the NOTHING can be. Even in death, ghosts are a mist in which light cannot reach, but we pass them every time. Blindly we walk on.