Meaning, direction, growth, substance and need, desire and creed... favor and limit the unfolding. The unfolding... the great deployment, the graceful spread of the cover of all happening over the bed of becoming...

I have been this way before, forgotten it, rediscovered and cherished it anew.
When the active and aspiring mind knows no rest the place of the loving heart is a dear and welcome refuge. The place of stillness at the heart of all movement is not moving but moved.

My love for you is true, abiding.... All fickleness aside... out – mistrust, derision, conflict and distaste... A returning at each moment to the still and ever revolving center, the core...

Words flow from the well, through channels of semantic structure, through filters of experience and being, to the listening ears of any there to hear... Who is there to hear?

Thoughts twitter birdlike, flitting from branch to fencepost, as spring warms the heart’s cockles...
Soft stirrings of unrecognizable voices can be heard offstage. The choices left open when nothing is determined are infinite. I tend an open heart, a listening ear, to the subtle intimations of an evolving cosmos.