Oh wow. Have I been through a quiet storm this week.
Quiet only in the sense that it has worked like wildfire –
slowly and silently measuring the environment
until the time was right for everything to burn away.
They catch everything. The embers.
Watch as the branches fall and trunks
go up in flames.
Watch as the smoke billows and wonder
will you see anything through that smoke.
Will it ever clear?
Behind that is a mirror.
Ashes and dust.
I can’t see myself.
But I know I’m
Maybe everything was burning up.
So I let it rain down on me.
Please. I have nothing.
A blank slate, a blessing in disguise.
Hand me a cloth.
Mop it up or let it soak
into the ground.
Water builds a good foundation.
A strong foundation. Fertile. Ripe
Is this something for you or something
The dust settles down. But the smoke
Which is the essence? The matter?
Which do we worship?
My god the ashes. They are everything that ceases to be.
But the smoke? Is everything that lives on.
Wishing you all a restful and peaceful Sunday. Sending out a hug today for everyone who needs it. Especially because I know I could do with a few in return.