Triangles

What we do together. That is the always. So careful, giving. Becoming. influenced.

This confidence is growing. It’s strange to have this awareness, my finger on my phases as I move through them. Strange, just means new. Different but the same. Pull the air in and stretch the spine. New, the gathering of and cinching hand.

I am positive, so I look into the sun, a hunger to be the sun, hanging there. Burning the surface and the first layer. You’re like the sun, just be there.

it’s the connection that is the always. The slow rhythm and the pressure combined. Collect yourself, those notes and that speed. Gather it in the fields and steal it from the bush. There is no need to beg for the love, even when wellness is lacking. Even when the trees have lost their leaves. Your face is still found in them as they litter the porch.

Everyone is a dancer. The dance we share is the always. The song inside the time. No accident. No feud. No travel. No dues. This is the always.

Art credit : The Artist’s Studio by Marion Long (Canadian, 1882 — 1970)