Time is a dream

From this moment, on I look
See the face of time backward
and Live for the moment

the moment

this happy meeting place of then and to be
nothing here except a point to view from
and all lack substantiality

all is moving like the melting ice flows
rivers bend eventually but saffron flowers will
forever be wrapped around like a halo those
who have the sense to persist

nothing but memory
nothing by fortune

look now