Non Sense

Moment by moment
unfolding, everything just
as it is—
infinitely quiet and empty,
all things are—and right now—
always will be.

Yet the moment
never stops moving—
seed into plant into tree—
every instant dissolves into Emptiness,
no past and no future,
all free.

Nothing to hold but
this moment,
and this moment is slipping away:
this One rides each wave
without moving—
the Sun never sets in the sea.

Richard Wehrman 11/11/07