The world of the senses has run me ragged. The weariness tore me away.
One day, not so long ago, the world and I began to move at a different speed. Still close, right here. But I'm not very interested.
I've slowed, floating on an inner current, flowing, going nowhere.
Sinking, the gurgling sounds just above me, the sunlight a vector, an unchanging stillness, a direction becomes dance, the promise of a new world.
The oldest, essential, purpose, preserved... in the deep, dark, depths of my heart.
One day, not so long ago, the world and I began to move at a different speed. Still close, right here. But I'm not very interested.
I've slowed, floating on an inner current, flowing, going nowhere.
Sinking, the gurgling sounds just above me, the sunlight a vector, an unchanging stillness, a direction becomes dance, the promise of a new world.
The oldest, essential, purpose, preserved... in the deep, dark, depths of my heart.
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