Don’t force it.
Just enjoy the build up.
So it’s slow.
Let it be slow.
Let your breath and limbs relish in its tension.
Let trust envelop the philosophers in your mind.
Let it wax.
Let it wane too.
It will come back around.
Press into it.
Appreciate its pulp.
The sweet elusive magic of its essence.
Explore its subtle edges.
That bleed like water-color into the rest of life.
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