Eternity within time

How many days to an eternity?
How many words to a silence?
How many thoughts to a presence?

Yet there we are
finding ourselves within time
again and again
inexorably
playing our game
singing our song
dancing our dance

Flying at the sun
irresistibly
moths to our flames
dying reborn
tragic beauty
our fated quest for
eternity within time
union within separateness
lotus in the muck

Yet what more?
only sincere surrender arrives
beyond what we seek
beyond echoes of past
beyond memories of future

And love?
flowing water
nothing to grasp
drink from the stream
and be nourished
for Now

and yet…
even words about words are just words.
and yet…
here we are.
and yet…
I still think of you.

And that’s alright.