It is all moving. I highly recommend you find a hill, a mountain, a giant plain, desert, or anything of the sort; the moment the location is found, walk directly towards it. Get close. Real close. Look with the right kind of eyes. Look at it move. All of it in such grace and harmony. We are apart of this, not just observers. Look at the movement, the life. Get even closer. Listen to the sounds. Birds may be chirping, bugs may be chatting, or maybe just the wind, for it is alive too. Don’t believe me? Movement. Swirls, strokes, singularity. This is how the word truly appears. This is the journey…
One foot in front of the other
The sounds begins, which fades into another noise
One idea after another
White noise, then nothing but a hum. Repeat. Repetative.
Just the hum
One foot in front of the other
I’ll get there.
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