Threads Taken From A Tapestry

We lapse. Falling.
A languishing
thread of certainty.

All in due time.
Make no mistake.
The mistake will find you.

Keep inside the shadow.
Keep stuck to the idea.

We shall come.
We shall rise into. . . into. . .

A shadow on the wall
and the drumbeat of
entangled cells,

pulsing. . . pulsing. . .
vibrating to the ebb
of tide on tide, wave on wave.

Come down from the mountain.
Come down from the grave.

Heartbeats are thoughts
too big to think.

A thought is a heartbeat
given proper respect.

One knowing without
knowing why.

One slowing down to see closely
what is hardly seen at all.

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