As I watched the standing giant, such an immense wave, collapsing, shattering unto an infinite array of particles, of stars, of possibilities. As they all grew so distant, but remained resonant, as their stories began to arrive. Stories you may have heard, stories of seed, of warmth, of oceans and mountains, of families and connections. Never having forgotten their origins, only retelling through the ages their stories in through their actions, and in through their many varied languages and ways of being.
Image by: Cody Cobb