Evocative morning
There are times in ones life, that to remove and breathe are all that is necessary
In Reminding ourselves what we are, and how lucky indeed to be present and human and able
Ability comes with pressure, internalized discrepencies between what appears and what is
Between image and reality, but both realized simultaneiously
depending on who's viewing the subject
and we get lost
we get lost in these assumptions and projections
we confuse the ability to see the rounded scope of our own humanity
and the ability to name it, posit language to feeling, the ability to be at once ourselves and our own overseer
This, in and of itself, is brilliance
And sometimes it is just air; pure, clean, natural, intangible atomic beacons of life
These little creatures which do not necessate our being, who do not regard us with anything other than passive neutrality,
and yet who provide us with so much,
just a breath of this timeless, omnipotent, eternal force so much greater then we will ever be
Brings some severence of humility back
To a troubled mind.