Flowing thoughts

Thoughts take shape,
flow into reality,
then continue to blossom,
wither in time.

All inventions are preceded
by thoughts that grow into life
into existence, in which everything is:
Past, present, future.

Everything is already there:
Today, yesterday, tomorrow,
is, was and will be,
without time, without space,
like an unmoving dream.

Eternal stillness rests in being,
in the storm of change,
surf of everything and nothing
in the womb of eternity.

Thoughts breathe time and space,
lose themselves in dreams,
reality like a flower arises
Spirit penetrates through this fog,
called: wandering life.

Anonymous writer