together

tied together with a shred of the peel, thin but very strong, to be carried on the way, apparently randomly chosen from a heap of coconuts, to hang together for a little while, not longer as it is useful, until the purpose is fulfilled.

Like invisible knots between us and the people we choose to relate to. Knots of love.

But why this sadness when time is there to cut the knot, after some hours, days, years or lifetimes? Is it so hard to see that the cut was an inevitable part of making,it- intention already there? No use fighting the impermanent nature of things. Knots are not made for eternity, - still love prevails, forever flowing.

Best lunch packet there is...