The Gift of a Moment

To capture a moment in your hands To hold it, study it, Look deeply into all things composing this moment. Compiling a mental list of ingredients And dissecting the consequences of this moment. To crush this moment that you are grasping in your hands. Extinguishing all life in it. Executing something out of your own control. Refusing the opportunity to channel this moment. Exercising the possession of this moment before it flourishes. Feeling the thunder of this moment. Crash upon all levels of consciousness. Defeating all futile attempts at righteousness. Running from this moment as if behind you, But truly it is front of you, glistening on the horizon. The punch line of all moments is in evading the capture. Being passed by, refused, overlooked, denial of acknowledgements and accolades. Narrow minded, business always, imagination less nobodies. Embodying nothing. Hands gnarled with bitterness, lacking the ability to even capture life itself. The exact essence of a moment. Of the living embodiment of it's fleeting seconds. A luxurious gift whether new and shiny or in tattered and faded wrappings. Makeup who you are, your being. Each heartbeat we fail to recognize, is just another fleeting moment of our life.