We share a solar clock.

Every year – same sun – different instance.

Every year – blooming beauty – four, six, eight, or twelve petals, open to the sky – channeling the energy from our sun.

Entangled with a solar clock – to bud – to bloom – to wither and fall back towards the earthy void – until the molecules no longer used – move up the roots from the abyss – to bud – to bloom – to wither once again.

Mixed, matched, and morphed once again, in different instances – part poppy, part butterfly, or perhaps part worm.
Emanated thought determines the conscious experience – animated structures, the putty, in four dimensions.

We are what we think. Our thoughts emanate then animate the four dimensions below. 

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