7/8/2019

Ein Sof

A friendly reminder
that your life has never
stopped unfolding.
Not for one. Single.
Second.
No matter how bored
you were.
No matter how many
hours you slept that
night. How many
drinks you had.
Each moment has
flowed to the next.
There has been no
obstruction.
Tears turn to laughter;
that’s just how it
works.
Rejection begets
acceptance.
Success, failure.
The sun seems to
rise and set once each
day.
Look closer, and you’ll
see:
it’s all happened
at once.
This whole thing.
It fits into this moment.
And you go on and on
and on and on.
Ein Sof.


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