Who are we
Going nowhere
As fast as possible
What destination
Do we imagine
Lies ahead
That causes us
To hurtle forward
At the expense
Of living here and now

The truth is
It is our imagination itself
That dangles the carrot
In front of our donkey faces

I have looked into the future
And recognized it is there anyway
Whether I race towards it or not
In fact the most terrifying thing of all
Is that it’s like a an unstoppable tsunami

Time makes the future an inevitability
We are powerless to stop

And yet the deeper we go inside ourselves
We may find
That which is beyond time itself
Beyond imagination of future and past
And that is where we might, through grace,
Find some peace
In the timeless place within
In the silence and emptiness beyond form

There is no destination but here.