yesterday
nowhere to be seen,
tomorrow
just the occidental’s dream,
all there is, is the now,
my not so shy, oriental dove.
for the sage,
his day is your night.
your perceived reality, his dream,
this universe merely an illusion.
appearing to be real
existing
outside of the mirror,
as though a reflection.
living this indeed
will be your second coming!
© 2021
imaginary conversation between a sage and a damsel