This isn't a void, it's just intermission

When the sound of your own breathing becomes an irritation you might think that something was wrong. Or you might think that your focus was misdirected - instead of hearing your breath you should have been seeing the ice and water droplets cascading rhythmically off the cupola. Perhaps you should have smelled the aroma of warm, comforting sandalwood wafting up the open staircase from the bedroom below. Maybe instead you should have paid heed to the feel of the cat's cold nose on the back of your neck. Our earthly senses deceive us... pay them no mind. Live with your heart...

Life IS a funny old dog... and loyal to a fault

Time has flown,
And with it
The nurture of the past,
And its necessity.

Pain ebbs and flows,
With pleasure, in equal measure,
When life serves up,
All that it has to offer.

Sorting these day cares
Often proves confusing,
As friendships take on
Unrecognizable form.

This much I know
As concerns the us,
We are as solid
As concrete long cast.

The past is a given
The present at hand,
The distant horizon
A warm, hazy outline…

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