Gifted

gifted by this moment of a flower - and 

then too as something new

again

it's never quite the same, to view a flower now is to see motion slowed to a point not noticed to the eyes. Yet even in this instant it's never still, never ceasing in its course of life in some expression. Every moment is a gift of just what is, a shifting grace of all that's met and even now parting, and not to be repeated. 

we see a flower only once - and 

then, again, it's seen

brand new.

~

Peace,

Eric