writing
A pond, a pebble, a ripple.
Spirit we arouse, of lasting go to.
More than water, we the ocean,
face eternity in breath.
Whether we agree.
In harmonic, in truth, in spirit.
Compelled to exist, we next receed.
A molecule at waves shore
returns to deep, returns to shore.
Shearing stillness myth.
This is the rest of moments.
Far more valuable than anon.
ashore
2022