Look, hunt, trying to find the treasure.
Scan, trip, stop, start time taken watching.
It is a time of depth, quiet, intention.
It is a time of seeing the unseeable.
This mad zig-zag, this wandering way.
Coming and going, here or there.
It is opening the jewel of yourself.
Why did you pick this one, this thing?
Just a piece of junk, just another cast off.
Yet some things cannot be captured.
It is more a catch and release, still treasure.
The gift of finding yourself in the beauty.
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