On my walk, I stop to remove blackjacks which have stubbornly stuck on my clothes in irritation....then stop. Stare surprised at the beauty of their flowers.
I ruminate at the trampled mushrooms....
from hurried steps..
Death arrived, a season interrupted.
I gaze at the cracked earth, awaiting rains seeds buried beneath, soon to break forth
I ponder at our interrupted lives
forced to adopt a different pace that requires more patience than movement
to arrive at our rebirth.
I continue on, carefully avoiding to trample on more mushrooms..
hoping to have gained a little insight.
in the midst of the weeds beauty and truth lies..
life goes on..
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