What says the quiet man who does not see well. Who has indeed seen everything up to this moment and only smiles slyly at new developments. What says the woman who holds no more doubt in her heart. Who has no answers but no more questions. Seeking the moment of pure unattainable contentment. For accomplishment only leads to more possibility and contentment is stagnate and stifling.
What says the dog who loves you unconditionally. His soul more genuine than any human spirit. He is witness to a window on your life. He is everything in his bones cradled in loose fur. You are undeserving of his love but you are grateful.
Endless pursuits to what end? Is a purposeless life less valuable. Is my purpose so small that you can not see it? You are so beautiful. Flawed irrevocably and unapologetic. Maybe we are all blind when it comes to introspection. From here everyone of you looks untouchable. Every distasteful internal dialogue you have shared with yourself about yourself is why we love you. It is a conversation we have shared separately for a thousand years. Like a curse. Imprisoned in our own judgement of self.
What says the child fresh from snow, self soaked and red cheeked? Snowflakes as big as your hand are absorbed like magic. Imprinting memories of silver and light and wonder. What says the child in wonder of our stupid ways. Trying to make sense of the senseless. restless. helpless. sadness. Don't say sorry. Don't ignore the damage either. Build them a swing and let them ride it in the rain with nothing but their boots on.
What says the universe of our world? Vast and quiet peering into our reckless spaces. Trying to make sense of our nature. We dance like ants, atop ants. The quiet man can hear the space beyond. The woman's silence is marred with fear. The dog knows already what we are in for and the child, well the child never had a chance. We screwed up but that is how we were designed.
We did it just perfectly.
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