The song of a blackbird at dawn
is the world
speaking before names return.
Whale is vastness
learning weight.
A living memory
moving through depth.
Not ruler.
Not symbol.
A body so large
it makes the ocean visible.
A principle is a pattern
that survives the situation.
Not a rule.
A shape that keeps appearing
under different conditions.
Richness is abundance
without counting.
Not possession.
Not accumulation.
The felt fullness
of a field
not measuring itself.
Mind is the habit
of turning movement into things.
A flow of distinctions
solidifying into objects, causes, selves.
Useful for navigation.
It draws nouns
where life is mostly verbs.
There are impulses
that seek continuation.
And impulses
that end it.
One reaches.
One resolves.
They can feel similar at first.
Only one leaves silence behind.