Of Synchronicities, Options, and Choices

Streams of consciousness or prose poetry with tanka — let the eye of the beholder decide

“Sole (or soul) in center of universe between synchronized helix surrounded by shattered glass of beliefs while flowing in the dream dance,” commissioned with full artistic discretion at my request by jules - Miz Mindful using Canva Pro and her skills

Paths. Life presents many. Choices must make. Hello Yoda. Flummoxed. What seems right then seems wrong and what sinister or southpawed may actually be dextrously north star directed.

Some diverge. Others converge, or perhaps single RNA, double DNA or other helixically and repeatedly do both. Ah, how patterns repeat. How science reflects metaphysics.

Quantum and All that Jazz. Great fan-fucking-tastic movie by the way. See it if you haven’t.

Accidents or coincidence. Not synonyms. Drop the mere.

With one breath
With one flow
You will know
Synchronicity
A sleep trance
A dream dance
A shared romance
Synchronicity

People ask, no beg, for signs. But can they read them? Is there a wrong choice, or just choices, and experiences, and living life on life’s terms? Warts and all.

Moreover, please drop causation karma from your drama.