Clouds of Here

Where am i? I look around and see the things that have been near, that I have grown accustomed to seeing. And I look up and see the moon, the stars, the same ones as yours, as our ancestors, of our descendants.. And a cloud passes over, akin to every other yet mine alone, in this moment, Here.

How many Here's are there? for each being's every moment, as many or as few as desired, realized, lost and regained in the labyrinth of memory. a steady gaze will not leave the scene unchanged, but the still in the mind remains. and we float on to the next and the next, a sea ashimmer slipping through our fingers, whispering with the promise of forever as swiftly as its past.

an infinity distilled from a drop of the momentary.

and with a thought, gone, and into a thought Here goes.