To see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Four memorable lines in a 132-line poem: a great argument for stopping when you’re ahead. Not every lovely opening line (or quattrain) has a great poem attached to it.
But I love the idea of paying attention to the small things, of being here, now. Easier said than done, of course, as for most things.
Sometimes, though, when taking pictures, I am able to be where I am and really see it.