To Softly Settle In The Sweeping Wake

And so it begins again, the collection of dust.

Every time that I clean my room, the moment that I finish, and moments within, and moments during, I notice the motes of dust that materialise or resettle on the desk, on the floor, on the shelf that I have just swept and wiped. And as I notice, and as I watch, I smile – for that is the point.

And so it begins again, immediately, to softly settle in the sweeping wake, the collection of dust.

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