When masks are stripped, discarded,
We collide in authenticity.
Vision and kindness
Bond in organic simplicity.
Time interacts with matter
In our tiny hours
The cost of propulsion is aging
Birthing our vital powers
From the spent cocoon of flesh.
In growth we lose the growing pains.
The wrestling and ripping
Leaves us changed, never the same,
But more like ourselves
Than we’ve ever been.
For all these little miracles
I would suffer it all again.

Innocent love compounding
Is the purest, fiercest flame-
Indestructible- when it all passes away
This love remains.

So many jobs lined in queue,
But just outside my window frame
I hear my little children squeal
Delighted laughter at a game
They are creating for this moment
In the culmination of now and here.
Tomorrow the game is dissolved away
Today is the day to hold it dear,

And I am so thankful to hear,
To have these moments to draw near
While childhood is still composing.