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a fluttering moment
I don't close the window
because I don't want to scare the birds
on the roof
pecking at the barley morsels
I just stand there, bare-chested
in the cool September air
with the windows flung wide-open
hovering in the corner of my
hotel room
like a silent ghost
There is nothing to tell
in this story;
It is just a moment in time;
A simple moment
But the moment belongs
to me,
in that long pause of moments
given
to me, in a lifetime
as I stare across the Milky Way
and wonder,
what we are
~/~
For
that is exactly what we are,
a moment,
for we are a short time,
for a split second,
and a little while.
Leaving a significant stroke for particular eyes.
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
With all things Now
And that moment, is always the now. And how deep we wade into The Now, determines our level of engagement – with all things beautiful.