Into the everpresent

time no longer seems to exist,

in the same way as it did before.

wind dances tress

an unbeknown amount time

as if each of us were born already walking out

into the vastness of sea

to be inevitably engulfed

into the ever present.

in an ocean of fleeting existence,

there is no point trying to hold the water,

nor swim against its currents.

the ocean moves her kin as effortlessly

as the wave breathes body

the invisibleness of wind

can only be known

through her play with the changing.