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Thursday, February 3, 2011
I hear music, tiny sleet hammers striking icicle chimes. I listen. I watch. I contemplate. I notice that there are tiny bubbles caught, within the frozen stalactites.
A miniature universe secreted within another slightly larger one.
I am no different. A tiny world inside my mind, my heart, my body, inside the house, the town, the state, the nation, the earth, the vast darkness of space that surrounds our planet and so on. A slight breath, enshrined in time, tucked inside eternity. I find this a comfort, life encapsulated in the mystery of forever before and after, a moment, now, suspended in sacred awareness.
This container temporary, ensconced in infinity.
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