A Space of Time. A beat.
And in that a BOOM! Creation. Cacophony. Life. Awareness. Me. You! US!
So little time left now. Who know how long?
Then gone. Dead. Decaying. If I’m lucky, tree food. If not, another round somewhere else. Samsara.
But right now. Right now! We’re here. Together. Each moment, new. Forever in finite.
And that’s the greatest thing.
Worthy of a poem for sure. Probably more…