Solitary, we stand rusting in the winds of time.
But the inverse is also true. Everything is so interconnected there is no “I”. As the rust forms molecules are born that spark the next cycle of life.
Stand or sit in silence for a minute. What happens?
Nothing, or everything, you choose. Within us, we are busy being born and dying. Each “thing” reflects that truth.
In any case, what is today all about? A broken camera, piglets eating hay, drinking rich coffee? Or is it about rushing around, trying to make sure your life isn’t a waste of time? Or is it simply making ends meet?
Being awake is seeing the rust, is being the rust, is loving the rust.