This time

First
Imagine a heartbeat. lub dup. lub dup. Blood circulating, pumping, spurting from that central place, screaming its way around the body. We run. Bam-bam bam-bam bam-bam. The heart beats, faster, pacing, flowing.

Now
Imagine a tree. No motion, in silence, in peace, at rest. The consciousness of wood. Thoughts creaking with the daylight, fluttering into night, days passing in flickers and blinks. And now dusknight, daylight, night, day, light, night, a beat, a day, a beat, a night, the expanse of breathing, the synthesis of image, a cycle a heartbeat, a week a breath. And see as we see, as trees see, and see.

And now
Imagine a heartbeat, blood pooling, gathering, rising, flooding, now flushing, gushing, through valves, through chambers, clutching and inflating, contracting and compressing, squeezing until straining point, breaking point, collapsing, deflating, shooting spurting blood from a clenched fist, draining, gurgling, sucking its quenched thirst dry and liquid trickling, ready to begin again; an eternity of motion.

Imagine a heart beat