Flowing up spiral, climbing a tree.
Climbing up branches
and gazing at leaves.

In each moment, the creative forces that sprouted it
peer through the lenses of being
to feel if it's due to continue...
...or be tossed aside.

The gods are not afraid to abandon bad habits,
and some beings are a series of habits.
The gods do not look joyously through these lenses.

In the highest balance
of universal mitigation
novelty is worthy.

In this flow, beautious splendor
is sanctioned by infinite creative forces.

The path of the buddha
is a course in riding the root of novelty-

experiencing a deep lack of habits
which eventually causes being to slip out
of even the habit of perceiving time.

The gods laugh joyously through wisdom's lens
and bless it's existance- eternal life.