quiet is the new loud and apparent stillness is the new movement

i'm always m o v i n g. even when apparently settling for a while here in faro, my particles float around the world, the consciousness is the size of a globe, the awareness is sharp, the perception travels, the heart beats oceans away, it travels to the top of mountains even when i walk in the lowlands of faro beach, i'm here and i'm in many other places, in a tear in the desert, flowing in the leaf of a sikkim flower, in the steam of a freshly baked french croissant, on a rug in lhasa, in some grain in the wall in barcelona, in an icelandic glaciar, in the smell of incense in a chines temple, in a pakistani heart, floating particles that make for the feeling i have when i walk here and anywhere else. stopping isn't stopping. movement has many shapes and floats in various textures. let it flow *