each of us finds our own way
to buffer the entropy of the world.
the beauty we are
woven from the same thread
as our deepest rooted limitations
a fabric seamlessly enfolding all beings.
secretly bound from
what we long to gain
by what we fear to lose
yet they only ever move together
at once.
grounded by contingency, suddenly
a bird’s flight
reminds us of songs yet unwritten.
