Algorithm of the Soul

Everything is spun out

of algorithms today.

Efficiencies mined

at high velocity

from gaping chasms 

of data and information.

One iterative distraction 

after yet another,

 bubbling up from

the mire of well

honed search engine

samplings and stored 

memories of every key

stroke - somehow the

shadowy actions of 

our very selves.

And yet, the soul,

her algorithm leans 

into a more focused

rendering.  A simple

movement from

there to here, from

agitation to stillness,

from turmoil to rest.

Not attempting to predict

on the vast consumption

of endless code and 

wire frames, but by a

centering down into

a oneness within.

A gathering into a

core; a rooting itself 

in the stability and

the motionlessnes

of identity.  A 

discernent that arises 

from a waiting, and 

a connection that

comes from a watching.  

A discrimination that 

emerges out of a 

silence and a

homeostatic sense

the everything -  and 

she means EVERYTHING - 

belongs.