Sometimes, we are lost in the moment
Caught up in the flow
Adrift in our own existence
Too focused to know

We have moved forward
But, not yet perceived
That we left behind that moment
And those we thought we need

Touching spirits for an instant
To gain insight
To gain hope
Then faded those connections

Like mist at dawn
Burned away by the rising sun
Until just memories remain
And in time, even they are gone

Need is a powerful thing
A motivator grasping for gain
Until we understand
We already have everything

The emptiness is an illusion
The encounter preordained
The experience was inevitable
As the Spring rain

Life is a series of moments
That has been given since time began
To be savioured and learned from
Then, it is released as you move on

Those we encounter…meet along the path
They were sent there to teach a lesson
Abundance is within you
It’s always been in the palm of your hand.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe