A passage emerges amidst the swirling gum leaves. Shadow and light both illuminated. Limbs on the path set forth. Step by crunching step into the celestial crucible. Material tends towards a ladder climbing in all directions. The air that fills you is a song and your body is the ritual. Nothing is truly hidden. Your senses are not even required. This is the stuff of matter - collisions tending plummeting soaring. All species strive spiral. Smile - universal action. Points on an endless map all at the centre how fortunate. Stairways to build and discover and here's the crux - at the end of each one we find each other. Bodies in motion shattered panes recombination. Light shines for you and me and all. Specks of eternal flame down at the bottom of the ocean in the core of the earth in the form of each and every thing and through all the expanse of space. Time both exists and does not. Replenishment. Reverberation. A lack implies the opposite.