I believe there is a moment in time,
Where time stops being
Where the ego stops seeing,
What is time to us but a dose of mortality?
With a dash of mendacity.

It is when we cease to project,
When we cease to regret
That time stops being,
And the ego stops seeing.

Living in the now,
Is harder to do that it seems,
It takes an acceptance of past mistakes
And a relinquishing of future dreams

And when time is stopped for that second,
And you become the experience
Do you realise that for it you always beckoned.

The future may never come,
And the past is all but a thought away from done,
And the constant thoughts in torrents come,

Sit back, stay a while and experience.
It may take a while, have patience

Living in the now, with a thoughtless mind,
Is consciousness greatest gift,
Up and away does it hate lift,
As it renders the ego blind.