Interuptions

At times the flow is perfect thought, and everything aligns. At times the face of God shines with brilliance even blind men see. At times attempts are success, and ideas golden. At times there is beauty and magic. 

Then interrupted, life’s perfection stumbles, like leaves bouncing on a clouded windy day. And in this, lies the genius of creation, simple random motion, in the face of desperate failure, in the face of cold despair, beauty.