In the Moment
To be in the moment, to understand time and motion.
I am no master of time, moments pass one before another.
One long string, woven by time,
which itself is nothing more than seasons changing,
allowing the eyes to watch moments pass.
One could say I mean now, at this moment,
but once said it has already passed.
Yet, who am I to disagree with those who think,
time stops for them
We dwell in a space captured by many moments.
Is this not a moment, bound by ones own perception?
We'll read and think, how mad this is.
Yet before a thought has traveled through our brain,
another moment has come and gone.
I am left with one thought,
when does a moment pause?
Does the sun pause hanging in the sky?
No, it is always moving,
moments are perception and perception is not universal.
My perception is not your perception.
Moments are like a river flowing from birth to death,
without banks.
They are memories feeding our illusions,
as we move closer to death.
I'll ask again, when does a moment pause?
It pauses at last breath
Thinking outside the box
contest In the moment
Frederic Parker 12/26/14
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
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