Made from billions of years,
We rarely live a hundred.
We keep walking within stories
That we meet as much as we create.
We face problems rooted in a far past,
And yet all solutions are in the present.
Stuck in one limited body, we create our own story,
To Extend our minds towards the totality.
Now, in each detail of each moment:
Alone in the park, with friends in the pub,
With children in a crazy heaven,
Or at work in a reasonable hell…
No time we can lose,
Once we know how to look…
Some call it the third eye, the flame of the soul,
Allowing our love for life to grow,
Genuine, aware of the potential void,
Hence thankful for the miraculous whole…
We have no time to lose,
But the eternity to discover…