Moment
When sunlight shines through the leaves
With the blue sky above—it’s just a moment.
That’s all it is—nothing more
than photons,
your eyes, and your brain
Who you are—the birds, too
Awareness, presence, and the realisation
That there’s no god behind it
You are no more than this moment.
When sunlight shines through the leaves
And turns into warmth, twisting on the skin of your hand
That smile it brings
A single image—in a world stained by people
Chance shaped into joy
The fragile and fleeting recognition
Of the temporary—something you could perceive
In the noise
Trapped among people—watching the leaves
While in the park, trash bins
Digested what humans left behind.
And the loudness, the will, the laughter…
They don’t even notice
the trees, the leaves, the birds—
all pass
with them
as a moment.
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