Binding

10/10

Always at the cusp of a cycle, from moment to moment forever

Blazing like a phoenix, the end of one leading to the beginning of another

We are not the same ashes that burned so brightly in the crisp autumn light

Change simultaneously profound and meaningless

A grand scheme so incomprehensibly vast

The touch of a leaf or the cataclysm of a collapsing star

Mean the same as the heartbeat that pulses so softly.

Like the beat of a butterfly wing through your hand to mine.

Each beat comes and goes, never to return

Instant and eternal, we are bound in the infinite machinery of creation.

Photo: Melissa

Poem: Steve