Fading into the new

9/21/2022

Flowers Fall — we see this as a salute to impermanence — possibly — seen from a side angle — it is to make room for the new

I often walk the same cemetery — yet — I am often confronted by new revelations

False flowers take too long to make room for novelty

We need ruins to make space for us — and for us to make space for the arising

Almost unfair how other cultures have embraced the void — allowing the fecund to flourish — side-stepping the laughable idea of Post Truth

Possibly — we could call it adolescence

Or honesty — we just don’t know and what we’ve thought of as truth — is less than a splinter in the neuropathic little toe of a drunken god

At least — they know how to clean while cooking — a skill I’ve never mastered

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 9/21/2022