xvii.

modern guilt zips past the present,
slingshotting us forward,
chasing illusory futures—
hungry ghosts,
forever seeking more.

but Life is
the unfolding
of millions of tiny,
still moments,
woven into Being,

strung together
through the thread
of Awareness,
like pearls gathered
from the deep.

we are called
to trace our fingertips
along rosary beads,
feeling the weight
of each minute second,

minutes of clarity
inviting us
to set aside
our watches
and simply Be.

lex

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