Uneasement
It is that unforgiving feel of easement that haunts your being. It comes at unpredicted, unspoken, unplanned times causing an ambush on your being changing all courses of plan.
It causes that deep level of reflection that leads you to a deep aspect of yourself and your very existence; achieving a point of balance between it all, leaving you in peace just existing or not. Maybe becoming removed from existence going in interstate balance achieving true homeostasis--a place where nothing and everything is in and around you, in and out of reach. Allowing the thoughts to move light speeds ahead, behind, and at the presence. True removal from the human world we build or the natural world we destroyed. The spots within the droplets as they fall from the sky, driving into the soil, soaking it, to move on with its life.
The darkness looms it all, but not with hate but comfort. The balance of light and dark is not the balance of good and evil, but of a coin--both needed so the other side has aback. A balance needed for good on both sides.
The feeling brings with it the answers and questions, but of nothing to everything. It is all these and not. Resent it all ends, but none. The many of the few. Nothing in ends, but starts throughout in name, to be the start of the middle, where the present is without end to future that becomes the path without name nor meaning until given by the future to which all things are made; by those of the victors in control, to which the powerless remain powerless. They are full of answers since the visions of it all are there when believing truly in the truth, but accept the false to be true in its falseness, are those truly enriched with the riches which become what life becomes through what one ought to do by purpose to fill the emptiness--with more or less emptiness to fill it your empty it--is left to the feeling of the question of uneasement, becak to where it all started.