Life is a lesson in loosening absolutes;
separate from a connection to any particulars;
like the pit inside a peach letting go of the fruit.
Take a walk around the block holding the hand
of your favorite belief and see how many steps
it takes before collapsing on to the concrete.
Some people like to slice time up as if it were a pie,
hoping to eat a piece of the morning before the sun
rises above the straight roof line at the treetops.
How many first stones not thrown lie one on top
of another, creating a pile next to us which we
can then use to build a walkway to our next love?