Of Time…

No experience without you.
All possibilities within you.
You hold us in eternity.

A space in which we.
We beings, within you.

You’re but one of the dimensions,
Infinite in number.
An infinite of now moments existing.
As of two mirrors facing each other.

Within that, one predominant experience,
One consciousness comes forth: Now.

Grateful for this one now.
The how of it, now.
In choice, creating it.
This is autonomy.

Out of the moments, this moment.
Chosen in awareness but most times not.
The unconscious passing of opportunities,
Held by you.

The grace of now.
The grace of time holding us in space.
This space for us to exist in.
This space we express in.

In dreams, all moments alive in parallel.
Moving between them —
a range of probabilities.
We get to try them on.

In the waking now,
That one most likely winning through.
Caught by our awareness and steered,
We make our reality.

Thank you for this moment and all moments, dear Time!
We, in conscious choice when in awareness of you.