Sharp

         The blade was sharp and this grew in importance, grew when it's edge was felt quickly in a brief encounter of tasks taken care of, a stark reminder to me of intentionality in the quickened pace being travelled.

           Quickly through this chore in the day now in full swing and the wound almost took hold, the literal and internal of unnecessarily hurried,

one I almost missed while running through blindly and forgetting myself.

            The pressure almost sliced my worn soul (and my hand) as the sharp knife was cleaned in a rush. There I was, taking in the moment amid acceleration at breakneck speed through a day, understanding with greater clarity where the shift demanded increased attention; where the new way was then made and I was better through it, and life was sharp in this revolutionary way.

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