Superiority, we learned,
is a story told at dusk
to make fear feel noble.
By morning,
it evaporates like mist.
We will all decay.
We will all perish.
This is not a threat.
It is a kindness.
So let us spend our brief appointment
not ranking the stars
but noticing them.
Let us remain porous.
Let us bend.
Let us be in an abundance of life.
If this looks like softness,
remember:
Water does not argue with mountains.
It outlasts them.
There was never a ladder.
There was only the fieldโ
and we were always here,
standing together,
wondering
