Let He Who is Without Sin Cast the First Stone

Take up space in creation.
You already do.
Take your place in creation:
Your place of creator and creature,
As the imaginer, the imagining;
What you slow grows; and what you let pass shall slip away at its pace.

You see, there never were any rules.
But if you want one, here:
You cannot play by any rule that you have not yet discovered.
And so on it goes, running
fingers through sand and 
weeping at its passing.
But the motion is relative.

As sailboats tack upwind, we beat into the future against the wind of the past. 
Our sail is Symbol, representation. 
Our vessel is one another in turn: we hold as we behold. 
The sea is our Loneliness: 
the way you cannot visit a friend’s dream; 
the way that Red has no clear meaning.

The point is the persistence, the persistence the point. 
All cannot be well, for well cannot be All: 
All has no Other, and well is a relation. 
But All can be slowed in its passing from dark to dark
by fingers run through sand.