Oh, for the grace to not be rushed.
To move through our days without hurry,
unbothered by time, soaking in each moment,
remembering it is irretrievable except as a memory...
Will it be vague, forgotten, altered, or etched into our bones?
The idea of being offered "the thick black folds of her cloak
where you can lose everything you can't keep
and no longer need...
by this god herself?
Nice.
Namaste'
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