the edges of everything are everything and nothing
a slow casual shadow is resting alongside the shoulder of the interstate speaks to me about this truth // in a moment of clarity I didn't go searching for my senses were attuned to something greater sharing it's subtle secrets with me // like someone just switched me on for the first time
not just these soft and magnificent shadows though // because then I began to see that all edges are soft // from a bridge to the sky // from one car to the next // the shadows cast by all // from that billboard to the next // from you to me // me to you // me // there are no hard lines in nature // no exact boundaries
I love it when we bump into paradox
there is no hardness to any line drawn // there is only a fuzziness that exists where one angle ends and a new one begins // and just because we can touch these edges doesn't mean it's so definitive // seeing supercedes touch // or have we not lived fully to have closed our eyes long enough to experience something so transformative as the wind upon our face
everything begins where nothing ends // nothing begins when everything ends
there isn't anything more or less we can do // we can't try to see any of this either // we must simply let what we see be seen through us // there is no amount of trying to cause any of this greater truth to settle into us // our souls have been trying to teach us this from day one // instead we grew up believing that only by our efforts will we succeed