Waiting for Anitgua

Ruined, I wait for redemption… Crumbled, holding tight as it had always been… Shattered, to realize as it had been, and can be no more…

Seeing the past as the present… Tangible as grasping a mystic reflection. With all your ALL, you only make ripples until there is nothing more… Does it exhist? Had it ever? Will it ever again?

It doesn’t matter… The matter is… what is now.

Reflect on the reflection and you will know now what is all and always nothing at all.

“Waiting for Antigua” ~ Reflecting pool in Antiqua, Guatemala © Skip Hunt