Newtons third law states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. A ball hits the ground, the ground catches the ball. I punch the wall, the wall punches me. She squeezes my hand, I squeeze back. Every movement is both an action and a reaction. Spontaneous- yet precise in nature. This is where I live- in the land of action and reaction. I suppose you could say we all live here, but what is a dwelling to one who is not aware of it, but a place- an area. I pay attention. I focus. I embrace my consciousness. I LIVE! I know that the sun sets only relative to the earth, which means, technically, that it never really sets. I see the clouds roll in and know that they do not bring the rain, they merely ARE the rain. I see these truths- I see the woman on the curb, begging for a dollar, and I know she is the product of myself, and many before me. For without poverty, there can not be wealth. Without wealth, there can not be poverty.
Action

and Reaction
A blade

and a heart.
Which is the action?

and which- the reaction?

The blade dropped her
And she fell.
The ground rose to catch her,
and knocked her out in its haste.

She had been cutting shapes- with safety scissors.
Then her skin began to surround the blade- puncturing a hold in itself.
And she cried until her feet swam in a puddle, and her shapes were ruined.
Her paper turned, like the seasons.
Winter, to summer, to fall.
The paper fell- like leaves,
And the ground was fire;
Red- hot fire.
It burned
Until the fire grew
Slippery with rain.
It turned to water again
But the fire lay
Underneath
The Flood-
Waiting for the cold to pass-
She turns the seasons.
Why does the winter smell
So much like Smoke?