Fate Takes A Bite Of My Thirty Second Meditation

The small circle of foam turned in the eddy of water in the  stream in the woods behind our house.  The weed overhanging it a fixed point, like the still hand on a swirling clock.

I thought the foam was run-off from nearby cornfields, pollution gathering and caught, but still I saw a beauty it in. (a friend later told me it might be a naturally occurring bacteria)   It was the perfect for a Thirty Second Meditation.

But Fate had other ideas…

4 thoughts on “Fate Takes A Bite Of My Thirty Second Meditation

  1. Mesmerizing….and then…fate. I literally laughed out loud, first from the inquisitive “taste” and then from the scolding. Made my night!

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