I was thinking about the way that patterns form
Windblown, with just a touch of magic
And how dreams bump into each other
Meld into each other
Change each other
I think it’s called the collective unconscious
But does it matter?
Walking about, making meaning, destroying the past while building it into our future
I wonder about the patterns of letters
How A always follows before B
And about numbers
The patterns of one-thousand
The patterns of one-million
The patterns of five
And rest a little while
You’re a pattern of yourself
And sometimes, we need to give up our duplicating to let go
- Colin Jon d.
What's your pattern?
What's your pattern for rest?
How does rest fall into your pattern?
Also! Happy February!