let's try not to forget, folks, that life's buildingand continuing, and we can pick to our heart's delight,
because more will grow in the place of those.
she said last night that at one point she looked down
and realized she was eating herself thin.
they all laughed when i suggested peace and health
could be the baseline, the norm, and we don't need
to strive but rather ease back into it.
when they finished laughing, she grew serious
and said 'that was called paradise and we mussed it up.'
but, from this perspective, the one bent down to
view budding cucumbers head on, pushing up
through vermiculite and wet potting soil,
we're fortunate enough to have the continuation
of peace to be, of creation, quiet.
life being moist, moving.
