.rest ~

why is it that by night the world draws on

garments of familiarity (comforting as

an old and beloved blanket: a gentle guise

devised of moonlit floors, leaves over-

shadowing walls with quiet motions and

nurturing instinct, nursing over-

stimulated eyes with a simple cadence,

simple cadence,

cadence…).

{darkness}

the secret of the garb of night is in the breeze

and in the .rests~

between the rhythm-of-raindrops(both.singularly.

and.as-a-body-of-water-musically-migrating-

through-space-and-time), the secret

of the garb of night (slow and soothing as stream-

trickle) is simply complex enough to join

hand-in-hand with the paradoxes of love and

union. night’s brush is soft, forgiving, and slow.

mentoring

us

companioning

us

year upon year

upon year upon

year,

ever so

constantly

in fasting with

abandon.

without rest, all

music becomes bloated

dischord.

c. Mary Kathryn Gough

2008.07.08 2.44 am

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