Sounds of Autumn fall all around my ears, while I observe landscapes of green fading back to brown. Time has a way of playing with perceptions, her face is filled with hands always reaching for that next second ... in spite of this one.
Spinning seasons cycle our RNA and we call them: Changes. Our very nature is encoded with the shifts we seek to see from the outside----in, we're more than men pretending to be mice running in vertical circles ... around and around ... spinning our wheel to turn another gear in the machine we run ... in the machine that runs us.
Unplug from their reflections and connect with your inner messages ... speak prophecy ... write YOURS rather than repeating (His)story to your children.