In this time of rebirth,
each moment holds
the unbroken cord of illumination.
The simultaneous urge
to fasten words to transformation,
appreciating the night blooming
supple shape of each stream
destined to wander
through a thread of moonlight
that dreams commit
silken to waters
rippling beneath the sylvan leaves
and the animated wind
that heaves through the elders.
It brings the scent of passing showers
tucked into recesses of stone,
this vague and sudden flowering alone
is a dappled light
arrested suddenly,
yet in essence, is forgotten immediately
in the mind that would tarnish perfection
with the rust of future burden,
revealing nothing of the unseen
and subtly binding connection
that comes before a moment’s dissipation.