Why do we choose to exist outside ourselves?
Away from our true heavenly home..
The kingdom of peace and contentment..
A sanctuary where we can most feel love..
A home where future and past dare not trespass..
It’s called the ‘present’ for a reason..
Because it is the gift of existence..
A place where angels reside in harmony..
Where death is uninvited..
The photographers captured masterpiece..
The clockmaker frozen in time..
A past echoing songs of melancholic regret..
Our future chattering incessantly in foolish fear..
But there is liberty in the now..
For this is the wave to ride into the new world..
Being lost in your being..
Out of time..
Out of mind..
Now or never..