Wednesday, March 14, 2012

there is only one moment

we stop
and hold the very little moments
their strength
and then also their fragility

so like eggs

and in the warmth of the hands of our souls
the insistent pecking
of wholeness
makes itself felt
and then quickly visible
in the tiny cracks
that radiate outwards

and then inwards

in the same


The Weaver of Grass said...

Yes, steven, I do get moments like this - usually when I am alone and mostly when I am out walking. Very nicely put.

Reya Mellicker said...

Yes and yep and yeah. Three moments, my nodding head.

R. Burnett Baker said...

We sometimes neglect the tiny cracks as creating wholeness. Those are the moments we tend to remember either too late, and then regret that we've missed the larger picture.

A timely message, Steven. The photo is simply stunning with the detailed reflections! It's the absolute PERFECT companion to your message.


Valerianna said...

The potentiality of each moment... full eggs - yes and SOOO fragile - everything contained within this moment, yes.

erin said...

you reflect a recent voice in my mind, the one murmuring, the one i strain to be still enough so that i might hear.