Continuo

Onto an everlasting gaze, lightness brings with it the burden of the I. The Self slowly being realised through constant questioning. Of being with no one. Of being no ones. Just existing in the oneness of the universe's constant providence. Time now nothing, just a vehicle to transport one from this moment into what we call the future. Is it now? Yes. But it disappears. Now and then. Its time to let go of time and its clipped wings. The moment to be free is now. The moment to be light is now. "Halka khaayega toh mann bhi halka rahega" in the words of Viswajeet Ambat. There is no time for constant striving. For what? This instant is all we have. There is nothing more, nothing less. Its time to maximise, to catch life and look into its eyes. There is no seer, there is nothing seen, there is only seeing. Looking into for the time being. Time being. Like human being. Majority of humankind is timebound. We got to be timeless. Timestretched. With an address unknown.