Rambling ponderings of stuff while standing still

Sometimes the water is more than a cascading sound of repetition.

Is it a representation of the washing away of the old from the new?


The Earth, its crust, a representation of resolve, sturdiness, adaption…

Or is it stubborness?

Perhaps… The mountainous terrain is a testament of resolve or maybe it is a middle finger to the elements?


Some might liken it to the majesty of being, but is just surviving enough?


Why survive, when there is so much more, the potential unseen in the horizon, rustling in the background… Daring us to, thrive.


Standing here…

Hearing the mandate with clarity, understanding that the call to action was ignored in past.

Realizing that the present is a gift.


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