Precious Moments

Maybe it's just me but Life has a way of flying by even as I take a moment to inhale the wafting scent of jasmine or absorb the twinkling smile of a child. Even as I live in each moment, Time seems ruthless. But I suppose that is the beauty of it all. The knowing that we exist for a tiny blip in the timeline of the universe. Knowing that even though in the grand (I mean really really grand) scheme of things, it doesn't matter if we existed or not but in our reality our existence of course means everything.

And then on top of everything, some moments seem surreal...they seem so precious that it's hard to believe that they exist at all. To me these are the most intense moments in my life. They are moments when I felt truly loved or when I was truly loving. They are moments without prejudice, of complete surrender and of complete acceptance. Some are moments of clarity or genius when everything laid out in front of you makes complete sense. And they may not necessarily be happy moments. Whatever their content or reason, for me they tend to be such passionate moments that I wonder at how we ever exist without them. They make us. They make Life.

This is a poem about moments:

Precious Moments

Precious moments

Intense moments

And moments of open arms.

Dreaming moments

Fleeting moments

And moments when we aren't

Compassionate moments

Silent moments

And moments steeped in the stark

Only moments

        Of Life

        Of reflection and redemption

        Of hearts

        Bruised and golden

Our moments 

Blue and raw

In moments 

We truly dissolve.

--Megha (23rd Sept '12)