I recline upon the grass, 
eyes stinging, straight backed. 
Watching the tender green blades as they tremble,
ever so slowly.
Chilled by the wind. 
My spine shaking and curving in, 
neck bending down, 
feeling the quiet numbness,
the hole where my soul used to stay.
Breath dissolving, throat sinking, 
brow furrowing. Rigid.

Signaling a subtle empathy as I tremble back 
to the quivering green blades; They send me their
   sweet fragrance; a shared sadness. 

How is it now, body aching, 
mind impacted, 
That I can feel so 
separate 
and 
          yet 
so connected?

dry lipped musings

Trust...

Such a foundational aspect of our experience of the world around us, if you think about it.

Without trusting that gravity will keep us tied to the earth each morning, where would we be?

What if we were to awaken each day expecting nothing but chaos?

Is it possible for any soul to fully experience this on this plane?

[....Sociopaths?]


 Doesn't it then, make perfect sense, to need something to trust in?