Sometimes it’s those moments when you catch a glimpse of what might have been, the possibility that is just an emphemeral flicker, seen but not grasped, known but not understood.
It is in these moments, when I close my eyes.
They are just a few seconds, they soon pass, to fade away into memories that I will never remember, yet for those passing breaths, I am bounded in a fluid permanance. And in this dark passing, where time and memory cease, I strive to capture that flicker, that one luminous cinder, that guided me there. Yet before I can understand, before I can see, it passes away.
This is the nature of resignation on a cold December night.
It comes and fades away, leaving nothing but an impression so fragile, so delicate, the slightest thought will shatter it.
And yet it must not be shattered, for it is the crystal figurine of all memories. To break it would deprive the mind’s case of it’s most transparently beautiful ornament.
So it remains there, a reminder of the passing moments that forever chase the sun, that great star which comes up behind each of our moments no matter how fast they may move to catch it.
Resignation.
It’s glassy eyes remind me of the possibilities, the infinite possibilities, that all lead to one, the One.
I look deeply into those lucid eyes.
It is renunciation and abandonment.
Surrender and endurance.
Unresisting acceptance.
And on this night,
peace.