Thursday, March 01, 2012


What is this rhythm?

Not in the sky above, if it is really sky.

Below then.  Beneath our feet, in the bones of this world, supporting us, holding us up against the unreachable above.  

We stand upon the surface of a dark heart.  Each beat may take a second, an hour, a minute, a day, a year, a decade, a century, an aeon - we cannot know.  

But it beats. and with each beat, time gathers itself.  Coiled, sinuous, waiting.  

We must move.  

For with time, there always follows an ending.  

Photo: Inside the heart

Image source:  National Geographic

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