What if the day was found without meaning?
To let the treasure of the moment seem as being forsaken.
How those treasures lost could - be recovered, at any future instant?
Seems as of not, but yet moments are not forsaken.
All goes on, all is available.
To do so, takes a reflective instant.
From one space to connect to another.
To retrieve, to reflect, to be present.
None are forsaken.
Let the consciousness flow to all spaces of eternity.
See the moments of infinity always present, always available.
This is but our choice, to limit our perception, to less than being infinite...
What if... this already is...?