Scuttle your worries.
Pay no heed to strife.
They fuss and wail above the
All that matters.
The very nature of it
Quiets the chatter from the pitfalls of
It manifests deep down,
Roaring with an almost unbearable intensity,
And yet can soften;
...curves moving like tides...
And trigger a breath;
The kind of breath that, all at once,
Replaces any gasping indifference to moments in time
With an unavoidable searing need to wrap around this
That fills you, fills each and every cell and the
Spaces in between,
And to nourish it.
Never let it diminish.
This is a life's work.
We are wired for this,
And though we may become distracted with
Outrageous tariffs of concern or misery littering our years,
It is the
That draws us through.