We stand here,
fingers pinched
around loose seconds,
pretending we hold
the whole ocean
in a thimble.
And A Trillion Is Almost 31,700 Years
We stand here,
fingers pinched
around loose seconds,
pretending we hold
the whole ocean
in a thimble.
Category Archives: The Liminal Times
We stand here,
fingers pinched
around loose seconds,
pretending we hold
the whole ocean
in a thimble.
Faithform
Morning slides
its silver dollar into your hand.
Hush travels a field,
something beyond name
moving in the wheat.
You hear it once —
a rustle like a promise,
a sigh behind the wind’s grammar.
There is a lantern
hanging in a darkened room,
waiting for the shape
your hand makes reaching for it.
Somewhere inside you,
a small hinge turns,
the faith of reason,
and the unseen door breathes open.
You step through,
less toward an answer,
more toward the gleam
of the question.
Orbit
The mind scatters across a thousand fields —
new keys, bright engines, faraway skies,
every horizon shimmering with wanting.
In the hush of a gaze,
devotion rises.
The dog knows one world: the friend beside it.
No hunger for more, no thirst for elsewhere,
just the sacred of presence.
Grass breathes beneath paws.
A bench becomes universe.
We chase every shining thing,
stack our days with noise and need.
Still, there waits a lesson in that patient chest —
a beauty so simple we almost miss it:
the heart learns wholeness
by staying close,
by loving one thing utterly.
