People come and go throughout our lives. They cross our paths again and again and it never ceases to feel unfamiliar…as if time looked away to grant us the gift of illusion of permanence. That is a true gift in this fast. spinning, crazy world. A gift to hold close to the heart.
in time of daffodils by e.e. cummings
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)
in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me
Monarca Rising 