You only have
this living, breathing moment.
Nothing is fixed
as you read this passage,
ride this tide.
Everything changes
with slow and steady flux
or sudden transformation
or dramatic impact.
However it may be,
everything changes.
This fact
is neither threat nor promise
but simple actuality
just as it happens.
The past appears
in the theatre of memory
retelling the multi-faceted stories
of what may have taken place.
The future, similarly,
shimmers its shadow plays,
its fabrications of fear and desire,
cobwebs of fancy
in the imagination.
And our minds oscillate
between these two phantom zones.
We have these, yes, to play in,
but they are only thoughts, imaginings,
illusory by nature,
elusive in substance,
& can only be accessed
in this living, moving present
drawing us ever nearer
to a momentous transformation
our finite minds can barely comprehend.