We are the dance at the heart of every atom –  stillness in motion- moving in and out of light- through forest, through water- we empty and are filled. Galaxies die and are reformed in the space between breaths. Magic spirals from center to center –  but always and all ways the intensity of our searching binds us and blinds us to our pulsing infinity.

Poem and photo (wall art from Morocco) by Clinock.