Walking out into my backyard early one morning:


In the pool

The reflection of the sun

Is making flittering patterns on my lace curtain

Nothing stands still

My heart swells in richness

With all that is

All that moves

“Now” is everywhere

The flutter

The movement in my body

Which is stillness

Sinks deep

Into the movement of us all

The oneness

The sameness

I will always be me

I will always be us

There will always be more

All is always here

Zitta – originally written 10/07-2013


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