1-20-26

A moment of detachment from this bewildering world of emptiness,

rushing, rushing by chewing up and spitting out empty moments, the american life.

A moment of detachment from my desire to be a part of it, from my need to belong.

A moment of connection to simple existence.

A deeper reality, the language of wind, view of sky, feel of earth.

Personal, universal, timeless, present.

That I may stay with this existence as my life travels through these times. Only This.