I scroll the pages of photos, thousands of images blur
So many moments
A color catches my eye, I stop for a glimpse
A pause on my way to the destination photo
in one image, so much
a whole story
a whole story of stories
they circle endlessly
converging into this moment of seconds
and printed pixels
That's how this life feels to me
A blur of color and sound and feeling
But there are those times
When I can stop
And really look
And one moment
becomes a thousand
And i begin to understand
as image after image floods through me
so much more beautiful than I ever realized
remembered
or imagined
And I know
I know as I look in the eyes
of the child who no longer exists as this image
but who forever exists in me as that image and
all the thousands of other images, the infinite aspects
of their Beauty stamped forever onto the heart of the soul
who loves them
I know that this life is a masterpiece,
given to me in stained glass moments
Bold and jagged
piece by piece
they place themselves in me
Until I shine
With their sunlit glory
The rocks run far and wide and deep
and I feel far and wide and deep.
The kids run through them,
what does space feel like?
An exhale...
Limbs reach and feel nothing but wind,
their legs lengthen, try to fill eternity
their lungs fill and their voices are strong but I can barely hear them through the vastness
And they are running through me, jumping through me,
finally away from four walls i am able to breathe them in, all of them, not the watered down version I have had to quieten and contain,
but the crescendoing symphony of their Being
And it is the rocks and the sand and the trees all moving through me and I am the river moving over them all,
Is there an end?
I feel none here, the end exists somewhere far off ,
winding through the depths through how many canyon floors
With no end there is only beginning,
an eternal beginning where laughter echoes into all the forgotten corners
