An old memory
Tattered and worn by touching
Still so beautiful
Kept in a small box
No longer set near the front
But well-known by heart
Everything changes
Just as it always should do
Free from attachment
I still enjoy it
The pristine warmth, soft glowing
Permeates my life
I remember well
Forgetting all but the best
The majority
Sometimes, a moment
Flash of today from afar
Circles in circles
It leaves me smiling
Pure happiness, mudita
Happy for your joy
I think of the box
How it contains beginnings
That set both our paths
Cause and effect, curled
Nestled in ribboned promise
Always, in all ways