The Becoming

Change flows like an endless river,
waters shifting just as we —
Perceiver and perceived united
by the flux, never the same.
Permanence, a mirage,
a trick of clinging minds
grasping at what can’t be grasped.

Existence knows no edges —
No birth, no death —
Only pulses of the moment
Stretching beyond before and after,
boundless and whole.
Time is not our master
but a tool we wield to trace
the dance of endless change,
measuring our
— breathing space.

The past, a fading echo;
the future, dreams we sketch on air.
Only now is solid ground,
where potential blooms to being.
Here, within the crucible of presence,
all becomes, all breathes,
alive in creation’s constant act.

The universe in motion —
An endless weave of becoming;
No stillness, no finality,
Only rhythms of change.
In each moment, life begins anew,
the culmination of all that was
and the seed of all that will ever be.

The present is the stage
Where existence unfolds,
A seamless flow where unity sings
Beneath shifting forms.

We are not apart from this
But currents in the river’s flow,
Threads within the fabric,
Changing with the whole.

I surrender to the flux
finding harmony —
a truth deeper than time:
we are not static beings
but the becoming,
of an eternally changing
now.