Time holds still any moment for learning,

In those seconds,

  just before the next door opening,

We take pause to breathe in this experience living,

Absorbing the lesson,

  the gentle breeze is whispering.

In a world of absoluteness,

  There is nothing absolute,

In a world of righteousness,

    Neither right nor wrong exist,

In a world,

  Where one can say forthrightly to another,

    “you shouldn't do that,

      you should've done this…”

    We can smile, knowing,

      he really knows nothing.

It's quite funny, time is,

  to so humorously change,

   The important to the unimportant,

    The discovered to the undiscovered,

     The conquered to the unconquerable,

      The known to the unknown,

Because there's really no difference,

       it's all the same.

As we look out the window in time,

       to see what's next,

We leave our experience of this present moment.

    What happened before,

  what's coming tomorrow,

    Seemed so real,

      Appears so important.

Suppose instead, we choose to remove

      the meanings,

       once so attached,

Allowing the creations in our head to,

        Now, Be.

For tomorrow is gone to our yesterday,

  All that remains is the crack in the seam.

It's all an illusion,

  this thing we call life,

Our success,

  our endeavors,

    and even our strife,

It's all my creation,

    and yours,

      might you share,

Your illusions with me,

    Why,

      it seems only fair.

Taking responsibility for actions unkind,

  We'll live without judgment,

    to free up our minds.

Sharing only love,

    is as hard a task ever asked.

A day in the life of the ALL that IS,

Possibilities endless,

  as we create anew,

Our world of illusions into our very own choosing,

The good and the bad,

  the up with the down,

From out of thin air,

    our thoughts manifest.

A magic show of sorts,

  for those who look on,

How do we create our very own world?

By knowing the experience

    of every moment,

      as a reflection withinasthru…

Then appreciating this moment for the PreSent IT IS.

©2007 PoetSK

In Poetic Inspiration,

sk