Monday, June 4, 2012

Reflection of Time Past

An old memory surfaces
Throwing reflections across my heart
Then. Now. then. now. thennow it beats
until it becomes not time, notime, just is time.

nothing is ever lost
nothing is ever gained
all that is remains.


  1. reflections... life or/and mysteries.

  2. Oh Joyce, I feel immersed in a deep deep sense of beauty and peace arising from your soul that radiates through your words and photos. Wow!