A sunbeam enters
through an opening in the curtains.
It is light finding its way in.
Morning is a covenant with time.
A stream flows
Into a river, then joins the sea.
It finds the path of least resistance.
Water is the womb of life.
The wind blows
Ubiquitously, gusting strong or calming breeze.
It moves at an independent pace.
Air is the breath of spirit.
Tomorrow never comes.
Today passes quickly, elapses slowly.
Reality is the kinetics of the mind.