As wind across the sands of time
Thought is blending endlessly
Past and present fold into
The future we have come to see
Along this distant shore of earth
A corner of the sky revealed
Was chosen long before we new
The measures of our fate were sealed
In long forgotten destiny
Attachments made in days before
Our monuments were risen from
The ashes of forevermore
This question of eternal grace
Abandonment allowing will
To conquer all the worlds outside
By passions rising to fulfill
The breathing out of love divine
Sparks the fires reasoning
Should know itself as landscapes in
The colors each new day will bring
grandfathersky 
So many levels in your beautiful words P. It’s in the knowing, yet letting the thoughts flow through without attachment isn’t it? ❤
There is so much to our experience here, the known and the hidden, are only dimensions of the same experience … Thank you