xiii.

memories cascade
like cavernous echoes
bouncing inside skulls,
as unreal as atoms
colliding in space.

the past,
the future,
spreading out
like ripples from
the eternal present.

expanding
like the fingertips
of a mycelial network,
discovering itself
beneath the forest's surface.

we experience
this marvel of Becoming
from one perspective
in each moment—
not a limit, but a gift.

kindness flows outward
amidst a sea of leaves,
soft as roots entwining,
Love enfolding us all
in its quiet embrace.

lex