Can an instant be forgotten in the endlessness of time, or is moment a universe in itself? I contemplated this looking at the eyes which met mine while passing before a window.
When we lock eyes with another,
It is but an instant,
Yet the mind does not forget,
Anything seen or heard,
So all of those moments,
And all of those faces,
Add to our beings,
Causing us to grow.
Each moment becomes a chance,
To share the gift of a smile,
The strength of a word,
Or the wisdom of love,
As each face hides a story,
Of triumph or tragedy,
And the gifts which we give,
Change the courses of life.
This flow can be seen,
Within the course of a river,
Or the face of the seashore,
Rearranged by the storm,
As each element of change,
Must add to the story,
While each moment of being,
Stands forever in time.
These things I will write,
As a mere tinkerer of words,
With my eyes within the world,
And my heart outside of time,
That you may see the unseen,
Behind all which you see,
That you may stand in astonishment,
Before the magic of life.
by Eric Visconti - Poet
Exploring Life
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