There is a chance to see
into the greater
dance of life,
of which
we are a part.

Inside the falling snow,
any way,
is mesmerizing.

Inside this dance
all is approaching,
and being approached.

Parting and converging.
It is chaotic and perfect,
mathematical,
in its beauty,
all at once.

It is motion and stillness.
And, in this moment,
it is never-ending.

Not death and rebirth,
ever-changing
and ever-there.