On the Illusion of Time
The past is a memory
already turned to mist.
The future is a dream I cannot touch.
Now is all I ever have—
and ever need.
Everything eternal lives in this breath.
I release what was.
I trust what comes.
I live what is.
The past is a memory
already turned to mist.
The future is a dream I cannot touch.
Now is all I ever have—
and ever need.
Everything eternal lives in this breath.
I release what was.
I trust what comes.
I live what is.
