Sitting outside in thirty-three degrees,
life lingers in the lattice of winter lettuce—
stillness occupied, even by the void.

Light green threads between dark bark and snow,
a surreal dance with glittering ice.

As neurons spark within my mind,
tiny currents echo and expand—
microbursts of energy
duplicating into the infinite web of the cosmos.

This, indeed, is sanctum.

We are one.