Spirit in the moment
Whatever our senses touch
Is already past
Traces of our own dream
That which we are
Is not what we see
What we hear or taste
Feel or touch
We are eternal presence
Far from any description
Spirit without beginning or end
Dreaming the world
In the shadow of light
Are timeless and spaceless
Painting memory
Not even one nor none
Not many and not one
We are neither being nor non-being
Breathing mystery, something inexpressible
Thoughtless thoughts, beyond all and everything
Spirit in the moment
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