Eternity

If I were to begin telling, I would stop no more. Give me any moment, any instant. I will unwind the specific into something universal; I will tell of a fiber so insignificant, yet so important. Like a lotus blossoming, a hand unclasping. Can you just imagine someone gathering thick, fertile pollen in their hands, blowing on it, watching it spread - a tangible stream that seems to disappear into the night sky? It's as if each saffron speck has flown into the unkwnown, become a star like the ones we are so oft looking up to, asking guidance to. We are the specks on the fibers themselves.