the life well lived is composed <br />of small things, small happenings, <br />and small touches... <br />for it is in these most simple and <br />real of moments that we evolve... <br />a word spoken in kindness.... <br />a meal shared, an hour or two <br />of listening... <br />a choice made from selfless compassion... <br />these are the moments of eternity, <br />the trace of our living that remains... <br />and the steps to the temple, <br />of understanding, and freedom.<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snail-crossing-part-six/
