the long adventure

Stones are rounded by the caress of water, three hundred thousand years without me.

I am so small. I am so big. I am just a speck on the page of this long adventure.

To breathe in the dust of the ages and know

Everything is so sacred. Everything is…and yet is nothing. Only what we define

with our hearts, our longing, our ascent and our skittish minds.

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