It is like this:
the ray is stable.
It holds space,
shines with perfect stasis, but that
is action. We are
the inactive ones,
we who circumnavigate;
so often forgetting our motion.
It is a whisper to a void
sans expectation,
a finger on a naked throat
trailing slowly.
The sun is always present.
It is a blade to carve a different name
where your own was fixed,
a wind to thresh your body
into oblivion;
a mirror
to marvel breathlessly
at the dessicated self.
We are the sinking.
We are the rising.
And love is action.
And love is standing still.


Take care, keep safe, and stay beautiful,


Amor y Paz,


Jé


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