In one momment,
upon REFLECTION
that pebble was as powerful as a mountain.
and the pond will never be the same
distorted images flood the banks
not bound by lines or shapes
but bleeds into the world
fragile as glass
the colors juggled like melted rainbow sherbet
pink orange and green melt into brown and gray
and as it slips away
it returns with quieter force
the dizziness pains the eyes straining to
reverse time.
now to close to no longer see
the ripples letting the order free

in that momment
the broken glass tricks the eye who is
longing for belonging from
somewhere far from themselves
unsure if what it sees
reflects
what it "should" be
the swril of light
is meant
to stretch the eye
beyond contriction
teaching to let go
of lines and shapes how they should be
but instead, how they could be
but to imagine
Learning to see
your own

For just a momment
transparent imitation of the world
but everyone sees differently
not excluding the water settling
a mirrage in itself
the lake does not subject itself
to plagerism to God
if it was so
I call Van Gogh a liar
none of what is there, we own
and so all we are
we are all
imitators
Imitators of a world
and all we know

In our momment
it is in how we
mold it
so we can
hold it
that we can ever attempt to
own it.
because He has
Loaned it
And so a pebble is its
paintbrush
molding
holding
making and breaking the image
to find itself
inside the Heart of a Pond
and the heart of a pond is
not bound by shapes or lines
but bleeds into the world of
browns and greys
fragile as glass
melting through time
like rainbow sherbet
and as it slips away
it returns with quieter force
until the image fits
within the heart of the pond
and it becomes
the pond

A moment
is enough time to see
You
take your eyes' treasure
mold it
hold it
your own puzzle design
so it may fit the slot
in your heart
that is so small
letting so little in
even yourself
so it may become you
so you see what is belonging
you have been longing
is belonging in you
but like a key
can open your locket
a little wider
for some light
to slip out

savor Moments
that you learn to see
You
then you turn the key
and let it out
on canvas
on silence
on stage
and allow them
to see
You
let them
mold it
hold it
and make
you
part of
Them
and then
You and them
are
One
world
of
many hearts
many eyes
many skies

remember this moment
because
an Artist
is never wrong
so long as he
sees
himself
none can argue
with what
they don't know
about a moment
when you found
You

Please,
just take a moment
to consider
yourself
an artist
of your
Heart
all paths
of the heart
lead to light
and all moments
filled with vision
last
a lifetime
and echo
echo
as a pebble
as powerful as a mountain
and ponds will never be the same.