presence

after some time

we fill a past

and then

feel each moment

gliding in another moment

tick tock

it is only the clock

not our time

but after some time

it reminds us of death

we flow in the present

with past and future

and after some time

time does not exist

we are time

we ride waves

walk cycles

tread water

stand still

we err

come my bird

don‘t freeze in fear

you are not a captive

but take shelter

for this moment

flow in tenderness

into your future,

your sky and your end,

sleep and fly,

unfold wings and grace

after some time

nothing else to do.

presence is past,

now, and future

just now or now...