Finding repose in a city full of noise, concrete, steel, plastic, and people
Fluctuating between hyper awareness, tuning into nuance of details that go by unnoticed otherwise; a crimson leaf dancing itself across the street so gracefully and seemingly with purpose. A thumb rotating a ring finger's ring round and round. One sock with the same lime green as the stitching on his backpack.
To blurring vision and opening up the field of view as wide as possible, seeing movements, patterns, and synchronicity emerge.
Tuning the ear into a specific frequency; hearing a woman make kissing noises over a speakerphone to express love, followed by a man's voice, tense and sharp, scolding his lover for not returning his text sooner, rejecting her love. Tuning in sharper, under his divisive words, hearing his own fear and insecurity in that her absence may lead to triggering his pain.
Tuning the ear outward to make all the swirling noise around blend into a white hum of a collective ocean of living.
In this ocean, and of this ocean, feel my self. Living.
I am this ocean. I am the giving and seeking of love. I am the pain and rejection. I am the lime green. I the thumb and the ring. I am the dancing leaf.
In all that I am, I am in repose.
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