The fluttering curtains. The rough stone wall.
The rhythm of the leaves in concert with the wind chimes.
Clearer.

A fertile space, bombarded by life, love, tragedy.
Nourishing.

The thin film of perspiration responding to the warm tea.
The cup cooling to ambient.
Connected.

An ageing body shaped by rich diverse experience.
A backward glance to a faraway waning peak.
Acceptance.

Countless journeys guiding me here.
Tomorrows destinations biased by passion and purpose.
Mystery, uncertainty, yet infinite clarity bound together.
An unconscious knowing, omnipresent.
Contentment.

I am the observed
A specific configuration of particles
Manifesting for a short moment in time
A seemingly stable consciousness
Flowing within a volatile river of all

An ever changing experience
of pleasure
of fear
of joy
of pain
contentment... until

I am the observed
A specific configuration of particles
Manifesting for a short moment in time
A seemingly stable consciousness
Flowing with in a volatile river of all

We are the observed
Specific configurations of particles
Manifesting for a short moment in time
Seemingly stable consciousness's
Flowing with in a volatile river of all

I am the observed

We are a river

Slicing the silence
A cappella a lone song
Greets the rising sun