What might seem

What might seem like meaningless distraction, meaningless destruction, is also food, a stream that carries us to You.

And meeting You is both aim and journey. It is both why and how, and when—always now—and where—always here.

So when I’m cornered, and there is nowhere to retreat, I find myself in the same spot where I have always been: spinning, jumping up and down, have ended; what remains?

We gather pieces of attention; we gather parts of the missing whole, to realize that nothing is missing.