Boundaries

Time is a fluid thing
No bottle can contain.
Poised lightly upon some needled pine
A droplet of life
Receives its fill.

Tenaciously it clings
To this needle and the next.
Each one a home, a haven,
A needed resting place.

Will you dare imagine
The broader course of things?
And see the sheer importance
Of our close gatherings?

Unusual properties uniquely obtained.
Common attributes shared by all.
Joined together our time-life force is great.
From our collective heart and soul
The journey must be made.

Our earthly cycle serves a purpose,
But of course the way is rough.
A finer realm we will attain
Through our collective voyages.

Lift high our coarse fluidity,
Knock on our hardened forms,
Submerge us in the flowing stream
Our boundaries must be undone.
With any luck at all
We will lose them in the end.