All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness. The day is coming when you will wake to find, beyond all hope, that you have attained it, or else, that it was within your reach and you have lost it forever.
- C.S. Lewis
Whispering is the moment,
like a fragile butterfly
that lands least expected.
You hover and tease, painfully finicky,
you make me slave to hold you.
I can gaze on the canvas of your painted colors,
hold my breath at the contemplative movement of calmed flight.
But with open palm only.
I can not grasp you or I will kill you.
I can not make you stay...without driving you away.
I must be content to experience the present...without thought of more.
Your fleeting beauty teaches me the elusive grace of gratitude.
Visit me again and again and again...
-Holding a moment by Eric Blauer 1.6.07
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