The world flies by like images
Photographs
Flowing forward from the film projector
And melting our fine hours into the mind
I saw beneath these, the frames of life
The cracks underneath the screen
From which emerges
A vision of the light beneath the film
When one sees it
The gaps between the slides of the film
We detach ourselves
From the lust of worldly joy
And we leap for wonder like April streams
As they come sliding down the mountains from these lights
Of the melting snow
Hour upon hour I wait
Yet the eternal present is always before me
And it never disappoints me
Like the glory of the sun and the moon combined
Or like the radiance of all the stars at once
It is ours
As is the glory of every mountain, and river, and shade
All the planets are moving in harmony
All the galaxies are spinning together with love
This is it, the eternal present
A glory of everything