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Library Moment

I love that on your dusty shelves I can see two books with opposing views. The Illusion of Immortality, reads one, another, The Illusion of Mortality.

How lovely.

I settle in at a giant table. I can spread all of it out before me, and follow it like a map.

I am in solitude up here, sitting at this table. All the thoughts of the ages spanning like their own private ocean to one side of me, pockets of turbulence, pockets of calm, so much to explore within those pages.

To the other side of me, a large window yields to the whim of bursting sunlight, ever so proud to have made it through such heavy cloud cover.

I look to each side. Which should I choose?

Does a choice need to be made? I hear. Need we ever choose between sea and sky?

No, of course not. I love both. I answer. I don't want to choose.

I look at all of those books. I am in love. Then I am overwhelmed.

I could spend all of my days and never explore even a fraction of all of these ideas.

All the highways of thought--I could hitchhike down any one of them, be picked up by any number of facets of thought.

I feel the warmth of the sun on my back.

I stop.

A return to me, the gift of such a simple and loving question: what is it I feel? Where do I want to go today?

And the caress of an answer,

I just want to stand still.

And the beauty: I can go everywhere, standing still.

Let all roads lead back to my quiet heart. Let me know that I've never left.

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  1. "Does a choice need to be made? I hear. Need we ever choose between sea and sky?"


    So lovely.

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  2. There is a gentle tone arising from this piece. I love how it makes me feel as I am reading it. I am sure it is speaking to my heart.

    I feel the softenss of the sun.

    I feel the power in the words, "and the beauty: "I can go everywhere, standing still".

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