Time moves fast, but where does it go, the moments, the memories. Are they attached to a single source, a vibration from a string. To begin or end, the song that leads us into dark, if light where there, could we find our way back, to some beginning, some future. Is it so easy, that a child could capture it all in a moment, a glimpse into the field where time has no servant and no master. A music filled room, the heavens beat from the heart as the earth spins the web, from one song to the next, nothing is lost, all is now. Everything breathes from above us, from below us, the cycle is in the breath. Breathe in, breathe out.
Words and Image by: Josh Fleming