glimpses

it seems

our living purpose

is to realize..

no matter our

alertness

truth suddenly grasped

novel art expressed

new science discovered..

our steady state

in this moment

and in all moments

is that we remain

in slumber..

waking

is a soon

extinguished light..

a glimpse departed 

a glint in a flowing stream

an ocean wave at peak..

remembering

brings recycling

an expectation for

one more glimpse

and perhaps more...

reflection
on the words above
we no doubt find
a pallor of unease..
how might a
waking more enduring
 expand our moments
and our day..?
would it serve
 to ask about
those glimpses fleeting..
are they ours
alone...?