In the search for self realization I see my goals in the distance...
and so I rush and burn every moment as a passing fact
almost as an impediment
or in the best case scenario as preparatory
for a better and grander happening to take place
be all that I long to be
in the meantime I'm excited and filled up with meaning
once, twice, three times and more times until...
the engine stops and I fall
wondering what to do now...
I'm still here... and if I'm here, what is it that has fallen then?
Yes my "self"!
and in that realization I see that in that fall
this moment is no longer a bridge to the next
the need of becoming is no longer a need,
time no longer exists
all there is