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and in the midst of it all
an egg shell, furiously turquoise against the pavement and
startlingly fragile next to the city’s leftovers-empty beer bottles and
limp take-out wrappers that echo of last night’s
stumbling and slurred chatter
a bird egg that, when spotted,
interrupts the internal dialogue for a moment,
breaks through the tangled thoughts with its
cracked simplicity,
gives voice to hope, to
beginnings and
first flights,
says in-between the rush and the rumble
there is always a
speckled pause-
a small and unexpected reminder of
life beyond meetings and bills and the
thick thoughts that crowd,
life that exists in
the details that can be found on the cracked sidewalk,
in the streaks of the morning sun,
in the midst of it all.
#mindfulness #DBT_MF
Alan said:
Made my night.