Heavy-handed force pushes, weighs down upon the unsuspecting energies. Beneath the crushing words, nothing remained whole, let alone intact. Pieces, veered off, hanging suspended and at
odds from their wholeness, readied for the next moment to direct their spin—no
longer at peace or a part of the whole that once sustained them, but now mere
fractions where dissonant energy frazzled and fizzled and where harmony of
wholeness ached in the smashing and splintering.
The dominance coming from the controlling force knows only
the action of control and its power—with little capacity to refrain from its destructive blow. Nothing can
withstand it.
Kat
10 November 2015
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