As always, a beautiful poem closes the night, @johnjgeddes! With the passage of time, in the world and in us, only traces remain. Intact, complete and without cracks we will never be again. As an incomplete flower abandoned on the way, so are we! Shedding daily, seeking to immortalize the beauty of spring in us. Beautiful night.
Thank you, Nancy. you are right - as time goes by we become sacred ruins - as Marty Rubin writes, “Ruins are the cathedrals of Time.”