“Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been.”
— T.S. Eliot

 

More than the sum of each moments part
I strive to become
not other for that way lies sadness
but authentically more the being
my true self knows itself to be
and tells me in whispered silence.
Like a sculpture I chip away
at the marble block of self
releasing the masterpiece within
I can sense the art from the artifice
and if I mistakenly take
too much or too little
the art is not lost
merely transformed
into something new.
Each moment less separation
from the finished piece
and I start to perceive
the shape inside my stony self.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

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