Our lives are collections of moments,
Shaddows and memory that linger on the edges of awareness,
Floating in the All-Time as dreamily we handle and examine each one.
But love and passion,
That’s something more,
Bright meteor flashing across reality,
Shining star fallen from a glorious sky to light on open palms,
Soft and warm as eiderdown to press into the soul,
like a flower in a book,
Preserved for eternity,
To take back to the Core.