Have you ever sat
outside of time?
Eternal, immobile as
a towering mountain?
Felt the wind ruffle
your hair, the same
way it tousles leaves
in old-growth forests?
Quiet, still, knowing
where and when you
are, being everywhere,
always. Just you, and
your willingness to let
go, allowing your hard
edges to soften and
melt into the sinuous
estuary of which you
are but a drop.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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