For a moment in time,
I felt the wind beneath my feet.
For a moment in time,
I climbed the hilltops that were steep.
For a moment in time,
I reached the clouds that were so high.
For a moment in time,
I inhaled beauty that did not die.
For years every moment was dedicated to an eternal search for those hypnotic moments in time that left me breathless. Those moments that haunted my every dream, that haunted my every waking hour.
I existed in a world where moments needed to be captured and caged, where moments needed to be totally devoured. Ironically in a twist of fate, time itself began to weigh down those moments to the point of gasping imprisonment. Enslaved by my own thirst of the moment, I struggled to seek an escape.
Finally, the magical power that once existed in the moment with its promise of everlasting euphoria lost its hold over me. For once, time allowed me the gift of breaking away. The chains that bound my hands, my feet, my mind, my soul began to release their hold on me.
Through the whispers of the wind, a sweetness more powerful than any moment in time appeared to me and set me free. Free to appreciate not just a particular moment but 'every' moment time had to offer. Free to feel life's moments caress my skin and cover me with a blanket of their love.
Free to give birth to a flight that through its turmoil decided that chaos should give birth to a tiny, little, lost and weathered pebble ... me.
