: The Lifestream is timeless, moving in and out of the weave of reality between people and worlds, everlasting and enduring.

Pulse

Pulse. We cannot live without it.

Flowing through our veins it sustains us bringing life to our shells

It connects, creates, forms.

That which allows us the comforts of connection is the pulse

Between like minds, a steady sign we are not alone

Deep and rolling; like a rockslide down below, it resonates

through the Earth. Forming every unique and wondrous

Thing; Steady and Sure

Soft, whispering, silent as a spider web,

it cascades across the skies.

Billowing and gleefully laughing as it outstrips the birds, chanting a song of

"Skylovehomefly…fly…fly!"

To those free enough to hear its call

Fire. A heat beating and crackling with a contained ferocity,

tried and true; a sleeping fire drake.

Forging, testing, breaking, bright hot as red iron.

Breathing life into all its creations. The crucible.

A lilting lullaby sung softly and quietly.

Celestial, luminous in the deeps of night, a gozzamere lacework of worlds;

each as precious as the next; the pulse reaches them too…

Flowing, Connecting, Resonating, Cascading, Beating, Lilting;amaranthine

Pulse