All The Small Things

What I notice or won’t

aggregates

The recondite alleys of my mind

the mysterious inarticulate ones

The imperceptible whispers

-what thrives in obscurity

What I rush past

What haste makes waste of

ALL THE SMALL THINGS

accumulate like dust of snow on window ledge

-incrementally, exponentially

Consciousness is comprehensive although perceived fragmentary. Everything is relational. That which is psychic is physical too. It IS all connected.

It’s what you ignore that scares you; the mollusk, not the empty shell of that slimy “you imagined it.” What got knotted up in your throat the first time you were made to feel small

Yes! -Let

ALL

THE SMALL THINGS

lead the way