Thoughts are fleeting,
ideas if they change a heart
in a moment may live on in
life after life … a legacy unattributed.

And yet secrets are held
in the art we gaze upon,
in poetry held in one’s hand
and in nature’s mysteries.

For true are the moments
if one is open to it and
allows the spirit to absorb
meaning in everything.

Yet nothingness exists
so everything will have
its meaning in these
moments and forever.

And we are nothing if not a
series of moments and truths
expressed, and the sum is our
meaning… a legacy attributed.