That is to say, how is your place of rest?
Your instrument of constant arrival
and inevitable departure? When

it grows still and can no longer bear the
silence, call to mind this wondrous mystery:
the world turns in cadence with its sacred

pulse. And with each breath, Weary and Renewed
intermingle, pausing in their dance to
pass along their wisdom before rushing

onward to rejoin the greater song. That
eternal harmony, composed of our
collective hearts, moving as one earth-beat.