The brave moments you venture through to come to the objective means more than the passage of time it takes to see your reflection be made alive in front of the glow of your iris. These items cannot be overlooked in the greater scheme of time. For the regretting soul wishes for power to rewind, to know the future in the past, itself. But this much is impossible. For our reflection stands like stone just still as it is. We cannot will the hands of sand backward, only speed up the time to our own graves. So we must look at the glass with the wisdom of now and revel…
The night arises to take the sun into its arms and create what is gold in the eyes of men and women. When we see the heavens surrounding our vision we know immediately that this is the beauty of life, and all becomes one and we are at peace in our souls.