Little Boxes, little Boxes

First let's recognize the Artist Malvina Reynolds in 1962.

And I'll admit. The first time I heard the lyrics. Something moved in the air. Of energy. Throughout the iconic lyrics. What was Sung at a place in time. Was untouchable in the background was the music. Playing while life; happened in Humanity

And if you were to research the songs history. Rooted to the words; sung by Malvina Reynolds. We'll all learn from the last. Of where we arrived in the presence. 

There is events that took place overtime. And it's the music. We'll remember; why. In the history is a recorded message.

Why? Little Boxes, then.

And how the song. After 1962. Caught up to human history. Is where I found a time line. To align with & delivery. A musical message on my Blog.

We must remember human history; will never be erased. 

 Now on to the The pattern of expectations. As the background is busy in movements. And the vibration of feet. Listen to the silence. And what is the loudness. Roaming throughout the earth. Is positive & negative energy. That moves in silence & noise. Of what we can't always address. Does not mean it's not happening; here.

And once we accept are deny. The truth will flicker the fire; in a lie. 

It's the way we prompt one another though tangled words & affirmations. For an emotional reaction. In a gravitated; space. Emotionally & Physically. We can't keep up with one another. At an equivocal pace. 

So what happens? Is Eventually times becomes a barrier between; delusional & what is reality. In between what may are not be at stake.

To be apart. Does not mean not together. To be in alignment. Does not mean; we're established. 

How not? In one emotional state. There is Deception vs. Acceptance. In between Denial.

Every where we go. It's symbols & signs. Words and sentences. Paragraphs and Paraphrases.

Then there is time. Floating through a space. Where energy moves freely. In & out of a blue print; of human beings.

We all got to face; who we are. As we question; who are we. Amongst each other. In humanity.

Weight appears to be invisible; to the mind. Because the first step. In processing; is to form the data. Rooted to a transmission if thoughts. To a conclusion.

We must receive the information. As it is being transferred. Through what it's; appearances, hearing is rooted to connectivity. And vibrations, even a touch is to feel. But in the physical all forms of weight; is first mentally carried. In a state of heavy are light.

We're all feeding off the energy of one another. The truth is how much is enough. To physically carry. Of what we choose to believe in. If not deny. 

Amongst; Ourselves. Is in the state of one. Is many in the world. Dealing & addressing; what is. Are not enough. If we could pause holding on the expectations; in wanting and needing; more. 

In these Little Boxes, little boxes. Eventually they can be taken apart. But who would of thought. If we're so busy. In putting one another; in one.