Potter’s Hands
Memories are paint with which we paint the story of our lives
Time, an illusory prison, need not-does not, in truth, exist
All is, all was, all will be
Now
Skipping stones across our lives, such is reason to events
Choices are much the same, shaping, crafting, molding
Clay of life, Potter’s hands
Truth
Life
Meaning of, truth within
Energy alive in every atom, quantum mechanical
Spiritual physics, super-positioning immemorial being
Love
Everything eternal herein
Truth is, love be reason for existing at all
Memories, remnants of love and lacking… guideposts.
Hitchhiker 