Mere

 

I love the word "mere." A mere blade of grass, a mere breath. Is Mere someone's name? Is it rooted in the syllable for Mother, or Sea, for bittersweet spices, or Mary, Miryam? Mere Presence is so much more alive than any story you could tell about the past. Infinitely sustainable and full of emptiness is the sword-edged grace of mere Being. A mere heartbeat from death, your silence nourishes the earth more than any Word. The whole universe merely falls, rests, poised like a raindrop on a thistle.