Splintered eyes on a half cocked smile will take in only the mundane. Dare to look away for a month to be able to miss what you forgot had real value. Center your gaze on the sundial's beautiful shadow and take in the epiphany of the moment...it's only time. That precious commodity that carries with it experience and purposed passion. You think they've gone missing but you'd be wrong. Look behind the mirror to find them written on your face. Those lines on your face represent trenches left by tears you shed in anger, pain, determination and love. Place your hand past your chest cavity, feel around and accept that you really haven't lost a thing. They've been there all along. Father time has only rearranged their order to allow you to express the greatest parts of you that have been blocked by the superfluous. The loveliest truth is, time cannot degrade what has real value. The only thing it can do is increase its value...like fine wine ;-)
~Moses
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