the most perfect moment
as we usually perceive it
is having the minutest detail
being executed with exact precision
falling in its place
at the very right time
in the linearity of what was envisioned
but- in our limited perception
what we see
are the messy parts
each crashing wave paired
with anger and insignificance
imperceptible to the senses
the reason, always hidden

but we learn to trust
build faith, and have a solid conviction
resting on the firm belief
that all is taken care of
for there is-
a hidden force in the ethers
weaving the push and pull of tides
connecting threads of life after life
and it does not matter
whether you are
feeling dandy or sad
or walls are collapsing
rocks are eroding
right in front of your eyes
...