One by one they march idly by
Some bring life, some bring destruction
Up, down, all around
Purposeless, random
Perception changes conception
Flowing words fall palely on the face framed by tears
A hand reaches down
The futility ebbs in the dawning comprehension
All that once was is not lost
These mindless days are not atoms colliding
But brush strokes
And the greatest story ever told
Comes into focus as the ever distracting
Spirals of lesser naratives
Finally take a backseat to the ever present eternity
Half-heard in the rain drop on a still pond
But inconceivable in the noise of the waterfall
So we step forward and the patterns emerge where
Barren wilderness reigned
The stillness contains more
Now
Than a million words previously
The condition is narrowing, focusing
Expanding, overthrowing, replenishing
The Great Conditioner
Continues the captivation
Where freedom becomes existent
And then memories sliding oily through our fingers
Begin to fit
So we step forward,
Glimpsing Shimmering Meaning