Life is a wonder, a marvel, a magical act.
Life is a wheel, a perfect sphere, a perfect reflection of all its counterparts.
an expression of wonderment few truly appreciate.
Life is a melody of action sung by all its players,
Life is thaumatogeny, the doctrine of miraculous origin,
that few ever get to read or even comprehend.
And the doctrine can be found and its pages read.
But it lies hidden lest you understand and change your path,
for then you would be as the creator and change it all.
You see, all things are set and are in perfect balance,
to change even the tiniest grain of sand would upset the all,
one impression, one reflection created or prevented,
affects every fragment, every part of the complete.
And to reach there where it awaits recovery,
there comes the tests of responsibility, knowing, compulsion, reason and acceptance,
orbs of thought collected on the way lending power,
then as that book lies in holographic hand, choice looms.
To be as he who first wrote that book or he who hid it away,
though in fact they were both the same, reflections of the all.
(Original Writing by Matthew James 28th May 1996)