friendly reminders

Sand and opulence paste together in the carving of an icon. A monolithic castle in the sand knows the beauty of impermanence, for the sculpter removes the excess to reveal the shape and structure, only so another can weather the rest away. Rubbing my eyes and coming to grips with the fresh blood of reality, I see stars. And like the gleaming grains of sand, my vision blinds me. Consternation, worry, and the frantic pace of life around me overwhelms the peaceful mind. But it is in the remembrance of the immutable laws that refills my faith. I am not in, I am of, and as such, I am.