I’ve logged more experience than most with simplicity and the complexity you discover inside simplicity, minimalism and asocial behavior, endurance and landscape.
Here is the truth: I think some deep wisdom inside me (a) sensed the stress, (b) was terrified for me, and (c) gave me something new and hard to focus on in order to prevent me from lapsing into a despair coma — and also to keep me from having a jelly jar of wine in my hand.
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Morning dew of honey melting on my tongue.
Shooting comet, bright blinding light,
bluewhite tail of love. I taste Your silk and spices.
When I touch my forehead, it is You.
Who can remember the beginning? But I know You.
Call me, and I come running across the hills.
When I see Your face, I laugh like a cloud blowing.
My Lord, I grew old.
I searched abroad, while You were within!
At last I fell on the ocean, and You found me.
You made me small to climb the tree hiding in the seed.
Beside You, I am a shower of tears.
You made me the flower, and the pollen, and the wind.
Your whisper is a murmur of spring
against my window. Forever I am listening.
By the day or night,
You know that I am Yours.