These beautiful things that flow about like commas in the sky
are serendipid moments bumping into each other,
and they can never be imagined
no matter how hard you try.
These wonderful things that are dancing through the ether,
are timeless quotations arriving at the exact moment
to crystalise a thought that has
barely taken its birth.
These precious things drift upon the stream and arrive at your feet
like a child delivering nothing but joy
and talking with her eyes in a way
that adulthood forgets.
These eternal things weave through and through the universe
like melodies echoing from ear to ear,
bringing fond scents and reminiscences
and dissolving into time.
These glorious fleeting things escape our earnest intentions,
and are grasped not with will, but synchronicity.
They are prophets busy reminding us that we
are flowing with the beauty of things.
Melissa Richard
(Photograph: geekphilosopher.com)