Is all there is
Left of my little self
I see her and love her
But my perspective is widening
To cosmic heights. Or at least, nearer
Than it was.
I’m learning Morse Code. I never before knew that Samual Morse himself learned the code from the rain. From water. From consciousness itself. It’s all too profound.
When I heard that story, I felt that I had heard Morse code all my life. And recently, on that poignantly echoing trip-trap of my daughter’s steps on a long low bridge across the swampy end of a lake. I stood still to that eerily familiar rhythm. She stopped. Then, she repeated the same rhythm. She stopped again, and, repeated it again.
My daughter is 2, and had no concept or intent of communicating through a rhythmic tapping with her feet on the boards of that bridge. She was just running to see the next thing (turtles, in the swamp).
It has stayed with me now for weeks and I hadn’t made anything of it. Now, it speaks again.
I copied it down and organized it how I like. There is a certain simplicity and beauty to the code. I’m not surprised that a man didn’t create it.
It reminds me of the first line of the Cepher, or the Scriptures. The ending is written in the beginning. It’s all there. Somehow
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