from a place where
the confluence
of the rivers of love,
stillness, vast-openness,
and supple lush-growth
is able to weather and
erode the sharp-harshness
of the bedrock of our days -
the buried and upheaved
igneous, sedimentary,
and metamorphic layers,
and pockets of our lives.
When these things
wear us down over time,
we are people of sound-depth
and an inner-awe/wonder.
We marvel at the simple
preposterousness of life.
We gaze
rapt in amazement
that the world has
doorways into vistas
of ease and contentment;
places of rest where wisdom
settles in and comforts us.
The suffering that comes
from erosion produces
intense-landscapes of beauty
when we gaze out -
beyond the immediate
pain
and abrasive removal of form.
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