The whispers of Centuries
passed down
in code,
such Cellular messages
repeating themselves incessantly
to the same End
There is no time lost
she says
only time deepened
the repetition, of a stutter
a Call,
the re-enactment
of a moment
Nothing is forfeited in Repetition
we repeat the moment
unequivocally,
until we Seize the moment
or don’t
Bird calls, like little mantras from the natural world reminding us to listen. How beautiful, Kiki!
Indeed! How often we miss it! We don’t even notice it’s there! Lovely!
Love it, Kiki. Trust and surrender to the flow. I’m with you all the way.
Thank you Ignacio! Doing my best!!