flowers and stems
feel no regret as they die
and sink into the water from where they came
their memories are molecules
blending with the air
and our love
so of all their moments
which ones mean the most?
none of them, all of them
photographs are always in motion
no thing is ever still
even memories
as they fade they emerge
like constantly hatching eggs
layers upon layers
we are always stepping over broken egg shells
no one is the same as preceding
in this way, we slowly understand
whilst time always moves into the future
past moments constantly flow
shaping the present
the past is alive
a lotus flowers
floats in the water
(it becomes the water)
a small insect
smaller than the eye can see
is born and dies
and is born again