Without a fixed form it moves.
A flowing pattern of mixed brown and white, streaked together as force has its momentum.
Strength and threat combined as it passes quickly, mesmerizing with rapid movement and convulsions.
Tempting you closer, drawing you in, pulling you towards it.
Until fear holds you back.
And still, you want to be closer.
To see all and absorb the nature of what you observe with its burden and its charm.
Yet there is a point where you should listen to your inner words.
Not in a way where you let fear stop or paralyse you, that in itself is just as dangerous.
There is risk in going forward.
But that can be done and successfully so, you convince your voice.
Then discernment prevails when it is remembered.
It is drawing you in for no reason other than its purpose. Not about you, it is about itself!
It is really a void continuing, and can drag you to your death.
It is only when you recognise it for what it is.
Seeing still the beauty and wonder of its form, colour and shape.
But appreciating it is not benevolent, benign or compassionate.
And seeing that its purpose, its reality, is one of chaos.
Confirm to yourself that you cannot its structure tame.
Because it is what lays beneath, what you cannot see, you do not know or understand!
You can but only control or place order in how you involve and interact.
Do not intend to master its chaos and turbulence because, that you will not.
Try, and you will be its passenger added to its detritus.
So, as best you can respect what it is and what it possesses.
Recognising the power present is its own momentum.
Streaked in white and brown is its own time and space.
(Words and images Copyright Kevin Palmer 2022)