This Briefest of Moments

I am made of fire and sky,
of wind and water,
of earth and of the stars.
Of history,
of mystery,
of tangled up and twisted.
Of light and of shadow
and darkness.
Of all of those
who have gone before me,
those who have woven through my days.
Of love and of longing,
of joy and despair.
I am a heart that beats
with the rhythms of the ocean
and I breathe
with the turning of the seasons.
I am a tree
with roots invisible,
stretching deep into the dirt
and high into the heavens
and far into the past of days unnumbered.
I am music and laughter
and tears and tears and tears.
Motion and stillness
and order and chaos
and the infinite
and the smallest imaginable point.
I come from the dust
and the universe was made for me.
There are no bounds
for I am existence experiencing itself,
learning itself, loving itself.
I was then
and I am now
and I will be.
And you!
You are all of this
and so much more besides.
For you are all of the innumerable,
unfathomable depths
that make you who you are.
And for this briefest of moments
in all of eternity,
you and I are sharing these words.
And that, that is no small thing.