FREE OF NET

Change is so fundamental in life and yet it astounds me.
It's like an entity in itself. It seems to breathe in and then out.
Moves about. Shifting patterns. Disappoints and flatters.
A generator of emotions all, and of course, the altering of.
It may in fact be, the glue that holds us here.
Certainly without it, there'd exist, no point.
Or, just a point without time and space. Or, without life.
Hmm, the words etymology suggests a Celtic origin. 
Middle Irish Cimbid (prisoner).
I'm 3/4 Scottish. The other 1/4 is Saxon. A whole bunch of Celtic.
Interestingly, my past lives have also been Celtic, at least for the past 1200 years.
Millions of other ones before that throughout all the star systems.
Also of mention, the between lives existence of each of them, that of oneness.
​The re-set. FREE OF NET.


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