oblivion and sanity
eyes shut, sinking.
in the blue jay squawking,
he never gives up.
who knows of the blue jay’s nest?gratitude weaved in layers,
understand what matters exists in the spaces between.
Hope eternal resides at home.
We are the dust of former things. Rising. Seeking. Finding. Knowing. Being. Showing the world we are alive. This is the cycle of life.