the clean and clear of the right here right now
and a single red thread suspended vertically
just in front of me just out of reach
I raise my palms as a sign of gratitude
in it's reply the thread splits down it's center
the two pieces only visible due to their intense
contrast against the stark and supposed emptiness
with my exhale the threads descend
onto my respective knees coiling into loose spirals
left onto the right / right onto the left
I inhale
the last few events reverse
not quickly nor slowly
simply back and forth with the pacing of my breathing
divine play exists in it's process
there is always enough / much love,
Tes.
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