Turning Points

When the work day becomes evening.
When listening melts into sleep.
When sleep opens into devotion.
When devotion steps into work.
When the week gives way to weekend.
When the weekend gives way to week.

When I am stampeded.
When I have gone on as long as I am able and there is nothing left in me with which to navigate or carry.

When the question I've been asking no longer invokes answer.

When I am at rest and nothing in me wants either soothing or cultivating.