Evening Calls

It's no wonder we seek to run and hide. At any given moment a flash of dense array raps at our door and dares to create an envelope around our day. Run, hide, such a traditional way. But dare to be still, dare to go face to face...whoa! Now that's a different regard and maybe an entitled respect. Something like acknowledging and feeding the demons. Look em in the eyes and make offerings....offerings of food, spirit and forgiveness. Usually well received and never argued or refused. Funny that way.
Drafts and specks of sticky, dark dust, a little like broken webs. Grandmother Spider must not like that or truthfully what's there to like or not. Let that go with the blend of cosmic tearing. Let us celebrate that there is a slit. This is a portal. It is time to zoom, zoom, zoom. go through, do what we do. don't hesitate, don't wait.
Evening Calls. There are so many. One can only be still to become the background that shows the movement.