ÉCRIRE
is hereby a necessary end,
though it is a means, aeons
of effort have spent their last
shred - faire seulement l'agir d'écrire

Transience travels it's twist&turns;

Inside those rhythms are Life's con -sta(n)t, creative/destructive flux:

As a flock in hybrid motion whose

Knowledge  of direction is only in the 

Moves of the moment &

As a cascading wave g(l/r)ows ((growls)) like

Courage in the earths heart; Nature

Moves in almost unearthly frequencies &

As we boldly construct symphonies

It seems our systems are as a candle

Moves in the face of the rising sun.

& what's to say each fragment ought be recollected, which experience

Is worth it's weight in memory

On the scales of judgement 

Which explore la verité?

so the words of ms Malewska "did you know, an always reassuring idea, lotus flowers grow out of mud..."

see http://jendhamuni.com/news/articles/lotusFlower.htm as corroboration