The Pebble Drops, And Will Always Drop

For a moment, a wrong thing happens: a brow furrows up, a mind goes looking for a subject.
Stillness arrives, like a round stone on a flat surface will pivot to stillness. Like a surprised pond will absorb ripple.
This is how.
Not immobile.
Not pursuant.
An absorber.
Not malcontent, rather there is something to learn, always. To practice.
While the everyday occurs; a beer bottle left on a windowsill, a curious dog looks in a mirror; it occurs, it reoccurs. Not every day.
This day.


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