I’m working with my eyes, resting them and expanding focus and peripheral vision.

In that, I feel the center of my being vibrate like a spindle twisting threads of my life into the unique being I am, one of many, many of one.  I round a carpet, a curving of time-space.  The world may once have been thought to be flat but anyone watching a ship sail off to sea would see the drop, the rounding, the curve.

I follow the curve, a ship following the horizon, the curving meet of earth and sky like the ball of my eye, the perception of being.

Jasmine flowers ripening to bloom, offer scent.

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