13. Stay. Here.
Stay. Here. Inside this moment, not
escaping from it, but burrowing deeper in. Here I find the window of
eternity as surely as a traveler might find a noon without a shadow
by moving only a little at a time to stay in time with time, an
earth, entranced with the sun. I have all my pasts with me. I move –
the flower's face is mine – and I keep all myself. If striving, I
pull up roots. Leaning into hurry, shadows fall where there is not yet
my ground. And so I stay. Here. Inside this moment.
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