And there are periods of dormancy…
The illusion of death
or the illusion of life…
The mill stone keeps turning…
Grinding…
Piece by piece
and bit by bit
the familiar changes…
Stone becomes dust…
Grain becomes dust…
In the end,
after everything settles,
ashes…
Nourishment…
Fertilizer…
Rain falls
with a gasp…
And a sigh…
And a smile…
Then petrichor…
Life in the soil
waking up
after soaking up
the moisture…
Rich dark tones…
Warmth and coolness
marbled together…
Memories tied to every
olfactory trigger…
Dozens of them
spanning a lifetime…
Still only just waking up
from a long sleep…
Still only just beginning
to scale the mountain…
There are many different kinds
of waking up…
Quite a lot of levels
to navigate through…
Miles, still, to travel…
Be thankful for your
relative health…
Don’t take it for granted…
It’s a tool in your tool box…
A protein in your DNA strands…
Just a little
snippet of code
is all it takes
for a virus
to take hold…
Just the tiniest taste
is enough
to change your world…
Your perceptions of the world…
Your expectations…
Your paradigm…
The lies we trowel over
our underlying realities…
The expectations we have
of ourselves
that we constantly disappoint…
Just one touch,
and everything can change…
Just one small breeze
changes the tone…
Alters the mood…
Confesses the sins…
Washes the feet…
Every little detail
is an essential part
of the daily meditation…
Every success and every failure…
All of it is ink to paper…
Paragraphs in the book…
News to be reported on…
Debriefings…
Redactions…
Enhancements
and illumination…
Stained glass casting altered sunlight
into empty pews…
There is always
emptiness
at the center
of most things…
It is movement
through space and time
that gives us life…
Substance…
Mass and energy…
The faster we travel
the heavier we become…
So take your time…
Study the path…
And take educated steps...
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