Belonging
Sitting this morning I found my eye drawn to this environment and it set me wondering about all the 'worlds' held by this world and how many I miss or trample upon without realising and I held my gaze for a long time on this small world of wood and web and felt the pull of the tides the gaze of the moon and the songs of the stars within and without as the sense of communion, belonging found echo in my heart.
It was only a moment but a moment to wrap gently and open throughout a day and feel a link not the overwhelming separation that often fills the mind that forgets that I am the tree, I am the soil, I am the brick, I am the mess and muddle but most of all I am stardust come from and going to the Universe.

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