by LJ Frank

When I look back at my travels & experiences

all appears and vanishes in the blink of the eye

perhaps time is an illusion of greed and desire

focusing on the accumulative moment

as if I possessed

something more than what actually exists

the material is a betrayal

of my soul’s authenticity

and if I ponder the concept of parallel reality

the past, present and future occur simultaneously

different dimensions beyond the lens of my eyes

decisions made and not made

perhaps my life is already the “past”

and yet, still  just beginning

though the dimness of this moment

I perceive only the now

I am left with my imagination

Of what might have been or will be

And I feel somewhere in-between.