Healing happens haphazardly in its own time and season beyond our best efforts noble as they are. Healing happens as normalcy returns the small moments we enjoyed remember us again, it will be fine we realize, after all.
Wind Haiku Remarkable how a simple February wind's thrashing hurry reminds us of what else but everything that is uncontrollable beyond our own choice coming from all four corners gusts of chance and fate like the days blowing off one by one regardless of our mad clinging on to some daydream of immortality lost but then somehow found it's a myth guessing wind's inclination beyond what the trees tell us direction being a matter of perspective always relative like time-misted clouds unaffected by stray wind haunting sleep's damp cave remarkable how the moon gave permission to the wind to be wild beyond influence the convincing illusion we control our lives any more than wind decides its destination speed or duration which begs the question if not by our own design who is in control?
Neverending waves and currents come in then draw back no one counting forty years working to retire on a beach then gone in four more draw back then come in currents and waves neverending.
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