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 ?