Mirage of the moment
For here we exist and live
Carrying on thinking this is life
Feeling and sensing what is felt
Unaware of the mirage of this moment.
Here and there.
Everything is as much as it is not
All in this vortex of time caught
In these so called places …
We stand breathing
In the betwixt and between
The blurring line
Of the so called real and unreal.
Each steadfast in thought and opinion
Of deed and action
Hoping to leave impression
On these shifting sands of time.
Here and there and everywhere…