And All the Fleeting Moments

Are written in the wind

Like the fleeting shadow of bird wings on a sunlit wall, or liquid sunlight dancing on the surface of the ocean, all the moments of our human life appear briefly and are gone forever, like bonfire smoke in gusty wind every moment’s woven through the conscious fabric of the world, every moment’s blending into our becoming.

And the sudden laughter heard through the open window of a nearby room, that glance reflected briefly in the window of a train, the times we found the silence and the mystery with those who share our life, all experience seems to weave somehow into everything that is and all that comes to pass.

And when we pause and wonder how and why it all exists, we might sometimes hear the song of silence singing through our heart, showing us the conscious light right across the universe that’s bringing life into this world.

And all the fleeting moments are written in the wind.

Paul Mulliner 2023

I’m a writer and digital artist/animator based in London.

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