No clock ticks in my abode,

no time dwindles my being.

In and out I step from the now,

from past lives, to todays greeting;

next door neighbor at the doorstep,

all I’ve seen in chains of déjà vu.

To be in the now is a waterfall

of visions, as long as I listen and watch.

Fata morganas come only through hearing and looking.

Dreaming in the everlasting now, my guidance.

In love of life, as its magic unfolds.

Vince

7–28–2016