How to Stop Rushing - Jennifer London

Sit in an alpine meadow or
by the side of a dying friend.

Taste the wind
Her letting go breath

Imagine a glacier scouring the valley
Her first inhale

A butterfly alights on your hand:
become a flower, nourishment for its' life.
Her gaze, turning toward eternity finds you:
become a bridge for her prayer

You will not rush the butterfly or
your friends' last glimpses of this life.

So: why rush this?



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