Threads of energy weave throughout the fabric of our lived experience, regardless of being within our field of awareness.

Against our shores they ebb and flow—sometimes crashing and sometimes slow, as the hands of time stretch and sow.

Careful not to blink too fast, as you can catch through the looking glass, previous pieces of you. Like whispers they arise, and like glimmers they subside, leaving their good graces too.

Signaling the ever present reminder
that the only way out
is through.

And so it goes.