This moment is the only real one.
Everything else does not exist.
It’s either a memory or a projection,
a mental formation,
nothing more.
You think I’ve lost my marbles?
Perhaps.
But that’s just your thought,
and like all thoughts,
it vanishes the instant it’s formed.
Even what you call “real”
is gone before you finish naming it.
This breath,
this blink,
this heartbeat
as soon as it passes,
it becomes a ghost.
Go on then
slam your head into the wall.
The impact feels real, doesn’t it?
But the moment after,
it lives only in your memory,
a fading echo in your mind’s dark theatre.
There is nothing to hold onto
but this bloody instant,
the trembling now,
that dies as soon as it’s born.
This moment is the only real one.
Powerfully penned, Peter. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend this has layers, I dig layers. Amazing work. Appreciate you.
Damian
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