A rolling wave ascending up mocha sand, revealing discombobulated sea dwellers and pretty stones.
A distraction, just for a few seconds, from the crushing truth that only Stillness can reveal.
I see it so clearly: all that has been, and all that will be, is Now.
Concurrent dimensional planes bypassing one another on a messy spectral continuum.
A sea of forces so vast and unknowable that it may take 1000 lifetimes to understand.
And maybe I don’t want to.
Because to really see something for what it is? That can be a big disappointment.
Yet I still watch, transfixed by an endless search for meaning.
Photo by Brian Jamie
Isn’t it intense
How close I’ll let you get
When we connect
Make a mess
And then I don’t want you around anymore
Photo credit: Pippa Holliday