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A Moment
I remember when Time fit in the palm of My hand
When
it was small enough to fit in my pocket but not heavy enough to weigh me down
I remember reaching into My pocket only to feel the comfort of its shape
I remember those moments when the Clock was not a burden
when numbers unraveled into simple words
I don’t remember if the stone was cold beneath Me or if the wind was blowing at all
But I do remember the sound of thunder and the absence of warm rain
and I do remember the Silence
still and thoughtful and patient and not waiting for anything to fill it
I remember the way the lightning did not look like lightning no forks or rugged scars but a blink of light interrupting the dark
I remember in those pockets of light an Awakening of what lay beyond it
A wide ocean and a blue mountain suddenly becoming tangible
Everything else remained wrapped in the quiet of night and maybe that’s why I remember it
because I saw something whole for a split second breaking through the window of Costa Rican trees
Beautiful because it was real and I didn’t feel like it should be
If I could explain it any better I probably would
If you were there you would share that feeling of wild wonder
You would feel infinite and pure and unbroken
I don’t know much more than these spaces of broken Time
These moments when I feel Myself existing for Myself
But I do know that for once I don’t have to give anything back
That it is simply Time waiting for Me
to
slow
down
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