Pearls of time

Several pristine shining shadows... Clouds dance following the rhythm of their goodbyes... Wanting permanency... obsessed with plethoras of eternities... with chained hollow toys... with everlasting mirages made of fear and hidden winds...

Is it not in the precious fleeting moment?

Is it not in the vague beauty previous to the end?

Is it not just before dawn?

Is it not when the rain caresses the fragrances of soil?

Is it not where sadness smiles at its complete perfection?

Drops of nowness, timeless embraces over the conscious realization of the deceitful longings...

Because the knight will fight for the freedom of this present breathing...

Because the purpose of the flower lies in the magical hegemony over the tyranny of the dust...

Because the possibility of not yielding cleans the guts of the true love...

Because the only way is by getting lost in moments...

... moments of joy, happiness, hope, contentment,

... but also in moments of grief, sadness, disappointment, deception...

Holly moments... pearls of huge hearts from sentient sighs and forgiving souls...

Moments in paths, and unknown graceful pearly tears...

Moments in time... only baggage in the haversack of humble glorious given gifts...