The colours caught my eye as I walked through the gate at lake level.
So I looked up, expecting to see the source of the reflection in the sky.
How could there be, with no cloud or rain falling?
Yet here it was on the lake’s surface, shifting location as I walked by.
This was a ripple of light at a singular point in time.
A present moment that would not be repeated.
These moments are awesome, and we have no words to capture what we experience.
A priceless gift.
And it caught the strands of consciousness about time that we’ve been touching recently, offering illumination.
RIPPLES OF LIGHT
Time is our basket of nows,
the concertina of presents
experienced as a thread,
until it isn’t.
We cannot know the future
and we shall not have the past;
neither exists in this continuous
point in time.
Yet here is concrete uncertainty,
the whisps of everything
held together with fragile hope
in exquisitely beautiful
Ripples of light
in the rhythm
~ Afterwards, I realised that this light show was created by a delicate algal bloom, which had become concentrated at the end of the lake by the wind. Droplets of water held in the altered surface tension that refracted the sunlight.