Changes of Convergent Realities

A substantial number of lights in circles of confusion, a wet street, taxis racing down to the destination where the money is, fur coats, high heels, suits and ties, music heard in memory, phone booths, a reality dead, an alternative.

Another in its place, reality on a porch when it rains, one reality supplants another, is the reality in the mind or a mass of convergent thoughts amassed from the leader who is the media, a charismatic entity peddling the goods, the words of where to go. 

A solitary raindrop on the windowpane is a reality; countless others materialize as the rain persists, ajar gates beckoning to the realm of slower reality as seconds morph into hours, a human-made transition concept of decay with change. 

The wind blows open the isolated door, convergent realities, another door rusted metal once a house, and some unknown life to the explorer of alternative realities. 

No judgment, neutral, rarely analyzed investigations absent what flows through a reflection in a high-rise glass tower, flowing off the encapsulated shroud of gray, a shaft arrayed in elegant illumination, reality as it is, no embellishments of human analytical feeling. (Thought)

If you do not compare your reality to another, there is no comparing or contrasting another life; there are infinite destinations in that journey of life as it is uniquely lived. 

Anywhere fifty years have passed, dust has accumulated on the ruins of trends. The in-words, the new thing, have become outdated. The old might revive in a new way, not the same as it was years ago. The old-time religion is dead; its grave is oblivion. 

Observe the change at a beach. One coming in the wave is an eon, one on the conflicts, the wonders, the purity, the civilizations, and the lives forgotten by new life. 

Realities perceived in the contained person walking on the path of perceptions, realities converging as one, in the eons of realities, sitting in the silence of nature changes of seasons, everyday weather, indefinite resonance, conversations, or barking dogs, recalled memories.