a sound, a seed
a wave, a weed
a breath, a blink
a sliver of zinc
a pulse
a child
the thoughts we think
All things, it seems, emerge from a single point of origin and arrive at the same destination. between the two lies the ever present now, without past or future; and within that presence there is space – undivided, in that space lives the undecided. Each moment shapes the one that follows, yet everything is complete. If not now, when. One man chase the dreams of external things, the other takes pleasure within.
by K. Osei