There are unusual activities that manifest themselves in a range of intensity. The universe is both quiet and bubbling. Amazing diversity, tireless energy that dissipates and renews itself without complaint or aging.
A miraculous existence, a spectacular balance of our steps, our actions, our dreams. Live long or short lives those who knead the dough for days. The bakery is meant to be eternal, the bread offered to inconceivable gods, but bakers and few memories.
All you have to do is live, let it die, keep running, find peace, there is no point in going to war. How many graceful thoughts ignite us, how our dragons blow on our wills and passions?
That’s my prayer this morning.