
Mountains soften.
Rivers change their course.
Cities rise
and quietly fall.
Pause.
Even our names
will someday disappear
into the wide silence of time.
Pause.
So what is the rush?
Why the grasping hands?
Why the hardened opinions?
Why the endless hurry
through a world
that is already passing?
Pause.
Another breath in.
And out.
Pause.
If everything fades,
perhaps the invitation is simple.
Meet this moment
with stewardship.
Care for the soil.
Care for the waters.
Care for each other.
Pause.
Meet this moment
with compassion.
Not because things will last forever—
but because they will not.
Pause.
We cannot stop the fading.
But we can soften it.
We can let the world
fade more gently.
Pause.
One more breath.
In.
And out.
And simply rest
in this moment
that is here
for a little while
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