Ummm...sometimes there is significance in the palest moment...in the washed clean between times that seem empty of promise...we can sometimes glimpse
a richness that was not apparent simple moments before...a strange otherness only given life by chance consideration...
These are the times I hold most precious..as I softly wonder if I am the only one to touch them there...can you see them..?
Can you feel the stir of breath join the wind...and mischievous play among the leaves...?
Funny...I even loud proclaim as I pee into the river...I add my water to the waters...and imagine my essence flowing outward...bound for journeys only
they might tell and perhaps only I might relate...
I stooped and freed a pebble from the sand
Cast it to the center of the pond
Clove the calm the lorn tranquility
come the ripples born come back to me
I had not thought to change this idle scene
Nor with my presence trespass hallowed ground
Yet fate had lent her virtue to the skein
The weave was woven round that stone I'd found
Profound to think that with this simple deed
The universe was changed along it's course
now I understand this dulcet creed
That action and inaction are the source
So you see my friends...every moment ever born is a puzzle box...waiting quiescent...for your hand...for your touch...for the keys that only you
possess...............use them...open that which until now was locked tight in non expression...........breathe...
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