Some discoveries begin
infinitesimally—
a thought barely formed,
a feeling almost unnoticed,
a moment small enough
to disappear within another.
Yet when cherished by will,
the smallest discovery
is given somewhere to continue.
It passes from one awareness
into another,
rediscovered through different eyes,
carrying something familiar
without ever returning exactly the same.
What seemed insignificant
becomes shared experience.
What was discovered alone
becomes cherished together.
And somewhere between
the immeasurably small
and the immeasurably vast,
we realize—
the infinite may have always existed
within the infinitesimal,
waiting for us
to discover it again.
