Brief, passing, unnoticed

are all the moments

in all my days.

Do I pause in observation?

Do I see the value

in each and every opportunity,

the hidden potential

within each passing second?

Or do I squander them

on selfish pursuit

and meaningless activity?

If each moment was gold

would I store them safely away?

More often than not

I have cast them away

like litter on the roadside.

 

In this moment

am I less than aware

of the beauty and wonder

that can fill even the smallest of things?

Am I oblivious to everything

but the thoughts in my head

running rampant and wild?

Or do I notice

the patterns of life,

intricately woven,

or the rhythms of hearts beating

and lives intertwining

into one single melody

and many parts of harmony?

All of creation

singing the same song.

 

And what if I hesitate,

cease from my business,

and meditate on

the artistry painted

in the mediums of people and places

and hopes and aspirations

on a canvas of blues and greens

with splashes of color

in between the lines of black and white?

Or what if I stayed blind

and refused to open my eyes,

or pry loose

my narrowly opened mind?

Could I continue living

in a world so gray

and unbecoming?