The restless spirit
moves apace
As if always
almost
out of time
Trying to squeeze into every moment
experiences anew
that may bring it to arrive
at last
at a place of knowledge
wisdom
peace
In our haste to get there
are we missing that which we seek with such urgency?
Is it in the moment that we rush by?
Moments themselves are restless things
forever racing from the past
tumbling into the future
elusive to capture
Permanence fades with the rain
for we cannot hold a moment
Like a child it must move on
to greater things
becoming what it must be
The restless heart does not want it all
but it does want to feel it all
To know what it is to live each moment
as if it were our last
before our ashes are scattered to the wind