A tree,
is a bit of the future.
A rain drop,
a bit of the past.
And the wind,
a bit of –
what was far
brought near.
The function of all,
is to simply translate
time –
providing context
to the experiences of life.
Evaluating moment by moment –
we find that we are neither fully here,
nor completely there –
Even presence
is just a temporal illusion.
VoraXious 