“One clear moment, one of trance
One missed step, one perfect dance
One missed shot, one and only chance
Life is all…but one fleeting glance.”
― Sanober Khan
“Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
Reaction to response.
Bland to flavor.
Blah to burst.
Flat to dimension.
Threads to pattern.
Note to song.
Words to poem.
Trance to transcendence.
Muted to color.
Bud to bloom.
Beneath the surface, the obvious, the same, a stirring, rising, newness awaits our noticing and partaking.
Return to delight, joy, exultation, imagination, awe, wonder.
Once again.
“Change is the end result of all true learning.”― Leo Buscaglia