I am an eternal spirit,
Dancing in the small moment between the past and the future;
The sacred place between memory and imagination,
Between history and the dream-time:
The present moment.
It is an eternal moment,
The only moment I have ever truly known and occupied;
The sacred space where dreams are conjured,
Then rendered in memory’s archives:
An event horizon.
It is an eternal event.
There is no better time than the present moment,
Because tomorrow truly never gets here,
And yesterday is a fading memory:
The lotus blossoms.