More or Less a Moment

More or Less a Moment  

How does being lost fit within the ancient map lines?

Grids and contours that vicariously form the directions and paths to take leave

Or plot out the forgotten places with the unfamiliar names

To forget once again - in the blink of a moment.

And, if in that moment 

One escapes from the present moment –

Then is now more

Or less then existence?

Saving time to have more; 

Or killing time to have less?

The insanity of those notions allows for the deception

That ego somehow controls time with invention of the clock dial

And that somehow time has a face and hands

That tell of time and measure life – nice and neatly.

When indeed, the bull will gore you;

The bear will consume you;

The fall will maim you.

And yet, waiting will waste you

While anticipating a pot to boil.

However, on the other hand, time flies

When the executioner counts the seconds

To complete the appointed deed.

It is often quoted, “Carpe Diem”

Cease the moment!

As if it were an ice cream cone

Or the verge of a leap that invites

Carefree or careless; Impulse…

I suppose that the consequence or outcome

Determines whether damnation or praise will be eulogized.

The view and sentiment is all arbitrary

And completely contrary!

Because being in the moment 

Is when one becomes one

With unreachable forces such as

The Wind - Blue Skies - the Song of birds.

These each are however attainable - romantically,

With love and respect of the moment

And the place

On this infinite timeline

That exists only in the sentient mind.

An imaginary moment

Of the moment

At the moment.

Listen, silence is the speak of the universe

And nothingness is never more

Or is ever less than this very moment.