Daily BB Meditations — May 31
The Empty Field at Dusk
By the time you circled back,
the field was empty.
No players. No cheers.
Just soft grass, dust in the air,
the last light slipping away.
You stood there for a while,
feeling the echoes.
Nothing lasts.
Everything leaves behind something sacred.
Shinto
A place holds spirit not because of what it is —
but because of what has been lived there,
and what still whispers …
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