the fullness
Notice the stories
conspiracy
unknow
essence
devotion
a little
Nothingness
Ganglia of awe
From meander of retreat
curiosity breathes
Slowness + Water
Slowness + Silence
Slowness + Boredom
slowness opens
Endless edges
Grounded and free
Perhaps
But, it makes sense
Catachresis
in a moment
fruiting bodies
Is it simple?
in the heap
standing in the mist
Notice small, Create BIG
fragments
all from small
small things
longing
Changing our minds
everything
Playing with fragments
It's only open
gaze as breath
on goodness
storying
listening
into aliveness
morsels to tend
texture of arcs
