The cool virulent enlivening sea breeze of the pacific, recalling it today into my skin, bones, knowing- the stones of being-wind washed and sea brushed, awakened in stillness-still, remarkably crisp focused and sharp, but fluid, a center in the midst of mist-something offering shape, contour-a boundary of being. Stillness (continue to), still me, and help me see and be, my part—I in Thee (Buber’s song), a sunset sea colored pebble skipped across a grand scaled sea surface-or, I maybe, some sort of showcase, the sheer sheen of disco ball reflected in a window, or a simple pebble a boy throws when he’s learning to pitch an impact across the seamless surface of a pond-to make ripples, for others to see by, and recall where the fish are-or, those bright neon yellow lines on the runway to tell time by, so others know how to land. Or, a cascaded tilted lamplight ( or a tilted airplane if needed) of some odd sort, gently scattered, or half sinking, across and into waters; a wet series of circles, or rivulets, aimed towards something more…a fluid sign, i suppose; or, a continuous ripplingly direct expression or channel of Your Life in me; a type of might which others might not notice, but which holds firm as micah reflects flecks at the instant of sunset, (that’s its one job)…let me be that type of glistening-a  singularly focused shimmer, a refraction… until, i’m truly useful in directly reflecting You. Until then, let’s be friends.