Time is a railway.
Now is the very trains that
always passes through.
Inside and out
One eye watching from the window
And the other watching not the trains
incessantly passing yet vice versa
In the eyes of the passenger “now” is the carriage (train),
always there.
In the eyes of people outside the train
Now is an arch, a bridge a portal
that everything is passing under,
a needle hole that time threads through
Time is a railway
and now is a train
always passing through.
Time is a railway!
now is the passing train and
we all are the passengers
running to trains,
turning to trains.
We do not exist
Nothing, in and out of us, exist,
time does not exist,
the only thing that exists is now,
It is the consciousness of now.
It is the consciousness that is now.
There is not existence, there are absolutely nothing except now.
A projector running through a rolling film,
transforming the cubes of images
to rainbows elongation of colours.
