Perspective

Time is so elastic, with a quality of kindness
One can nestle into
Wrapping oneself in the
Infinite expanse of space

She's very tall ... I glimpsed her once
Presiding over the universe
On a golden ribbon, sacred artery
That flowed beneath her feet

And in that river, bright leaves appeared
containing, microscopically
Uncountable beads of karmic treasure
In all beings' book of lifetimes

It seems ridiculous to think of
Parceling Time into segments
She laughs at the idea
Of being cut, corralled or measured

She stands so broad and colorful
In her long coat, until she smirks,
Turns sideways and
Disappears entirely

Leaving only patches of light
Like melting snowflakes in the dark