What is but a moment in time? 
This precise moment to be exact. 
When the child smiles and runs through the grass. 
When the old folks rock on their rockers. 
When the mouths of the hungry, the sad, the oppressed, the joyful all open wide in reply.

It is frozen in time.
For just a moment.
Then it is gone.

It can never return or be what once was. 
The hunger, the anger, the weeping and the joy 
have all moved on too.

Like little rebirths and deaths, we go through the days. 
The events, the thoughts, the feelings are never exactly how they were just a moment ago that’s past.

Can we feel it? 
Can we express and not hide it or smile it away hoping the feeling will once again be buried?

It’s a shallow grave. 
A rug that’s become a mound of unfelt feeling. 
The rawness like a struck a nerve, although hidden, is quite easily stung. 
Sparked to right where the emotion began. 
Yet it may be stronger, expressed and felt differently, it needs to discharge.

Energy back to the earth. 
Back to the grassy edge, the hedges, the puddle, the cloud and the rain.

Then we can be truly free.
Free to be me and free to be you.
Not bogged down by weighty old emotions 
like baggage of lost voyagers that have long passed on 
and whose items have fallen out of fashion. 
Out of use.

We can have a rebirth each and every day 
with each inhale that fills our lungs 
with the fullness of life.