Is not…

Is not the myriadness of life anything, but a reflection of the abundance of uniqueness offered to us?

Is not the hot stillness of a desert afternoon sky anything, but a reminder of the harsh dryness of our own limiting thoughts and stories?

Is not the coolness of the first drizzle anything but a reminder of the quenching love waiting to pour within?

Is not the shedding of leaves from the trees anything but a reminder of losing our old and outgrown burden?

Is not the depth of the earth’s core anything, but a reminder of where lies our own inner gravity?

Is not the cosmos and its infiniteness anything, but a reminder of 
our own fathomlessness?

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