The sheer beauty of an eternity
Grasped and only the tiny fragment of a moment
Like an entire Glacier made of ice
Only a melting flake, the castle in your hands

Dreams of being king and being the king of Dreams
Entire cities built by one man
Mountains turn to sand
The twinkle in the eyes of the one who says “I am”

Having your breath taken away by the ocean shore
Having your breath become the breeze
Your eyes the sky your knees the seas
Let your mind become the Stars

Let your heart become the vial beating sun
Catch and dance and play and lay
Your dreams are supernovas in the sky
Then ask the question “what all of my hands?”

Your hands are the tools of creation.
The forge’s fire, the fire’s hammer,
The Hammer’s hands that guide it
For all of the vast shorelines of existence

Your hands are the plans that ride it.
But all this looking away,
Is no place to stay,
However being present sure is fun. have you ever tried it?