Spirits

I am spirit
in a world of spirits.
They rattle motionless smiles
curving upwards
to caring eyes
glistening
reflections of the mellow moon.
They have no agenda
but to be, but to exist,
simply be.
To pass with time
as time passes with them.
Not by them, with them,
for time is a spirit as well
and so the spirits dance in time
as time dances with them
in each passing cycle. And as such,
the spirits never age, for age
is a product of time passing,
which time does not
through the rhythm of the dance.
But some cannot see the rhythm
or hear the music
or feel the dance, and so
the spirits must wander
and be
even for those who cannot see.
Or hear.
Or feel. Being embraced
would not please the spirits
for they need not be pleased.
They simply be,
rattling motionless smiles
curving upwards
to caring eyes
glistening
reflections of the mellow moon.
They simply be
and let go of the moment,
for everyone is in the moment.
But time refuses to stay
in the moment
as the dance must go on.
And so time passes everyone living
in a world of the moment. And if time
must let everyone go,
then the spirits must do the same,
not because they must,
but because they are,
and so respect everyone the same.
In that respect,
they simply be.
And let go.
Let everyone fade.

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