Snowflake - Poetry of Shapetalk

A
single
snowflake
transmogrifies,
inevitably, into water.
Not one can survive exclusively,
although its unique energy is eternal.
Each drop is connected to another drop.
Independence does not exist for a snowflake.
So far, few humans have managed to cross this barrier.
What arrogance precludes your active submission to this truth?
Knowing anything in advance entitles you to bet on the outcome of events.
Who wouldn't love to know the winner of a given race fifteen minutes before it begins?
A single thought, alone and with the best you have stored within you, gives you that knowledge.
The first difference is, of course, how many times you choose to apply that knowledge.
The second difference is how artfully, how faithfully, you apply that knowledge.
The third and final difference is the desire underneath, your only force.
Everything you do and feel is based on just two possibilities.
One is getting more of something you greatly appreciate.
The other is getting less of something you fear.
Manipulating these three differences,
that's it; your secret of secrets.
No snowflake goes it alone.
Ask more people, and,
ask them more times.
Snow, combined,
is quite a force.
Transmogrify.
Ice or water,
Combined,
or alone.

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