the moments between
smallest quiet reflections
the dark and the light
each day’s busyness
binds up what we know of life
to what we cannot.
behind the veil, seen,
we know shadows and some light
but only dimly.
the moments between
smallest quiet reflections
the dark and the light
each day’s busyness
binds up what we know of life
to what we cannot.
behind the veil, seen,
we know shadows and some light
but only dimly.
Perfection is achieved not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
