Hyacinths impregnated the scene
\nWith scent and sight,
\nThe garden beckoned to an unknown place \u2013
\nA moment in time, a slice of life.<\/p>\n
\nLife is a play
\nWhere rehearsals are not allowed,
\nEach moment is precious,
\nEach moment is final.<\/p>\n
\nAll plans of life
\nCan falter anytime,
\nWhat remains durable
\nIs our will to dream.<\/p>\n
\nThose who dream during night
\nAre natural performers,
\nThose who dream during day
\nChange the world.<\/p>\n
\nTo change universe to a moment
\nAnd expand a moment to universe,
\n
\nIsn\u2019t that what we do in life,
\nAnd what it is about?<\/p>\n
\nIs life a concatenation of moments,
\nOr an unrolling of destiny,
\nA flow of time,
\nOr a flow of feelings?<\/p>\n
\nWhen things happen
\nAnd our self participates in it,
\nThat is a moment.
\nRest is irrelevant.<\/p>\n
\nThe world is too much with us \u2013
\nAffront to our nature.
\nLife is but a moment,
\nLet\u2019s not squander it.<\/p>\n