This moment cannot be grasped
it is water slipping through our hands
a river where past folds into present
and present unfolds into future
It runs through you, through me
through everything
Though time seems to pass
you are not apart from it
you are time
Each of us, droplets in the current
inseparable from the stream
There is no outside of time
for all that exists
is woven of its flow

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