Masterpieces In Progress

The sun bleeds into the horizon a canvas of molten gold,
a dying ember reflecting in the mirrored surface of a still pond.

Yesterday's quietness,

stories left unrepeated,

unique moments carried on the wind,
a chorus of memories rustling through the leaves.

We gather these echoes,

Like fragmented shards of seashells,
each one a precious remembrance,

a memory held close.

Some of us build fortresses,

towering monuments enclosing our memorable accomplishment,
but within these walls

,

a quiet fear takes root,
a dread of the future,

reminding us where the-yet-to-be-told stories await.

We hoard our memories locked in a guarded chest,
believing they are ours.

But in this hoarding,

we miss the grand design,
the open canvas where stories entwine.

Lest we forget…

Every soul is but a brushstroke,

a vibrant hue,

where our experiences enjoin
with the canvas of totality.

No need for borders,

no need for claim,
for in the unframed masterpiece,

we are part of a vibrant symphony

 in Time’s patient embrace,
where ripples remain without boundaries,
within creation’s grand space.