Reflection on Time

Reflection and time with the breath of air that leads to misunderstanding, misunderstanding in a way that there isn’t the concept of understandings apart from what we know, apart from what knowing is. What is.

One foot in front of the other, not forgiving, not fully breathing because each breath is a mosaic that liquifies into a drop of rain that holds itself midair.

Hearts sink and rise as the lungs parade the chest, heart is sunken, heart is risen. Sensations are held in moments of time as one moment isn’t an experience to relate to the next.

It just is.