Miracle of the Now
In the beginning
our hearts are cherry-dipped stars
floating in forever clouds of
wonderment and joyful mayhem.
At the end
we are pieces of pottery and driftwood
at the bottom of a dead-end canyon called finality.
In the middle there is a grand collision
of rain, firewood, greenware and glaze.
Thundering pools of inspiration, creation.
Reality believes in marbling the soul.
With mountains of never and always
and the miracle of the now.
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