Mist slumbers low around the ankles of the earth...
"...tea is at four. There's plenty of it. You are welcome any time. Don't bother knocking!"
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.
And I, when left to my own devices, can hardly breathe. I gave myself a moment today to take the world in, and required conscious effort to allow my chest to rise and fall...