There are lines of time

we feel compelled to follow.

Hoping to string together

Some sage understanding

To this existence of experience.

In the joy and burden of

Our awakening,

Senses ebb and flow through the waves.

Today, I met another stringmaker,

Not your everyday occurrence, then…

I knew today wasn’t your ordinary everyday.

Lately, I’ve considered wearing a watch again,

Something I’ve not done for 15 years or so…

As a charm of sorts to keep the chaos at bay…

Maybe an experiment in order is in order,

Maybe, just for a day.

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