For aren’t we all ground over time to what matters

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“For aren’t we all ground over time to what matters, unrecognizable and richer for it? It seems very little actually happens the first time around. Until we are worn to the smallest part of beauty, the smallest part of truth. Isn’t this the way? In time, the mountain trying to reach the sky crumbles softly to join the sea. In time, we outlive our ambitions, happy to land as the grain of sand a small fish mouths. Eventually, when moved to be still way inside, I somehow open like an iris no one sees and a tear falls within, nowhere to be found, though it sends being through my blood into my arms, into my hands, into my very fingers. Then, I am compelled to barely touch anything coming alive: the closed eye of a dog sleeping or the bluebird egg waiting to hatch. Then, I am refreshed by snow quieting the gash in the earth and the snow-like silence coating the wound in my heart.”

~ Mark Nepo


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  1. Thank you for sharing the beautiful pieces of wisdom and beauty you find, David. I would truly miss this brilliance without you. Thank you.

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  2. ‘eventually when moved to be still inside…..’ – love this part of it, for this is when we really come alive.

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  3. Who ARE you, David? It seems you’re everywhere, finding the sublime and bringing it home to us. Thank you.

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  4. “..the snow-like silence coating the wound in my heart.” It is painfully exquisite.

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