Moments in time. Each moment a kaleidoscope of doorways - a roundabout of opportunities.
Time is money is energy is opportunity is art is precious.
Everything weighs lightly and moments slip away like raindrops into rivers, like feathers in the breeze, never to be seen again.
The impermanence is shattering - leaving us to glide on eternity's pathway.
Clouds pose in the gallery of the sky. And never again will this pattern be seen.
We meet - our touch an event in time and space. Our kiss is a doorway to the absolute - opening in both directions, tearing a fissure in the matrix of experience, so the elusive yet ever-present bliss can stream in.
Time is money is energy is opportunity is art is precious.
Everything weighs lightly and moments slip away like raindrops into rivers, like feathers in the breeze, never to be seen again.
The impermanence is shattering - leaving us to glide on eternity's pathway.
Clouds pose in the gallery of the sky. And never again will this pattern be seen.
We meet - our touch an event in time and space. Our kiss is a doorway to the absolute - opening in both directions, tearing a fissure in the matrix of experience, so the elusive yet ever-present bliss can stream in.
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