Head and Heart

What spectacular snaring of the moment.

Perfect imprints of frames,

of sounds, of scents,

and the incalculable

recordings by our cells that

we fail to consciously aggregate.

How permanent the

entrapment of time.

Perfect preservation in

cells, that which enters

our eyes, ears and

mind, by ways which we fully,

have yet to understand.

So precious to us all

are our memories.

They are our compass,

our sails, our maps,

and our guiding force

behind our values,

knowledge, and future explorations.


It is our gift to

be imperfect records of ourselves.

For we can freeze, permanently,

the moments that instruct and

inspire us, yet forget the

feelings and emotions,

that halt our progress.


Humbly yours,




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