Millennia in a moment

Drops of dew lie like tears on the face of the rose and I think I know how it feels.

It is an overwhelming warmth of feelings that cannot be expressed in any other way.  Squeezing the heart until it feels it must burst forth in some sort of ecstatic manifestation.

The rose finds it impossible not to lean into that light, to draw strength and security from it, to imbue it with everything that is good and pure and true.  And the sun cannot stop itself from leaning down to bury its nose in the beauty of such perfection.

The rose and the sun, two separate and totally unique entities, brush up against each other and the world sighs.  That brief moment in time is filled with a soft warmth and scent so delicate and so real that it continues to expand throughout an entire lifetime.

The still point from which everything else springs, comes softly, millennia in a moment, the essence in each glistening drop.