Onward…
Outcomes, outputs, goals…
The trifecta of misguided set of answers we have been optimized to pursue.
In that haze what we missed is the pursuit itself.
The intangibles, tangents, and unexpected.
The most valuable part that never ceases to surprise us.
— the sacred moment in its delicate fragility musing us, teasing us, and replenishing us.
— the shy smile waking up to a mischievous rebel walking toward the ledge not to jump but to revel.
— the lost space that can’t hold us from the expansion overwhelming us to simply no longer be.
Onward my friend to nothing and everything.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
