not to dwell on things of no apparent avail
if it were not for the secret essence of the immense dark—
in the midst of which I find myself with bare hands,
in ceaseless hope of being awakened to the underlying haven of dreams becoming true.
I would love to be wise enough
always to capture the meaning of a moment before it is gone,
since, my goodness,
it is something so passing and immaterial, and yet of essence,
for eternity must have started with a single instance,
for life is a succession of moments,
of which this one and only is the first step on a journey—
a journey the destination of which is destiny.
Hidden Riches © Ladanseuse