how fast life moves.
like the second hand
on your beautiful watch.
on your beautiful wrist.
watch it go...
or look away...
either way, it moves.
and yet, right now, how still.
so much knowing
in stillness.
why we flail about,
fish out of water.
not to see,
not to hear,
not to feel,
not to know.
the heart cries out
to know... light the flame,
warm the water.
though not easy, listen.
on the other side
of this mountain and more
may not be what we cried for.
but, pray, there will be peace.
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