mountain ground to sand
we end
it ends us
recently read a compelling idea: we are not in time, we are time.
if time is eternal, are we?
is the illusion of time equal to the illusion of self?
master / time
fool / mind
flow state leaves no trace
fingers create ridges under pressure
miniature dunes, ripple
all waves, all the way
~ enjoy the silence ~
it’s terminal
so much is ending, so much is about to begin
i’ll part with this:
you cannot lose what belongs to you
it may seem astonishing, but time and again, i’ve seen it come true
tie your laces, tape the box, give it up, let it go, make the call, set the boundary, right now it’s no, no, no, all the way down. tight throat, loss for words, feeling trapped, craving solitude, nostaliga, reminiscing. fashioning memento mori.
intricate works now, somehow,
complex tasks succeed,
easy ways are closed off until May 17 at 9:08 PDT, when the dam breaks.
See you then.
Those dam breaks! Love it, Jenn.