My Here, constantly moves to another Here far away.

Because I am constantly moving from where I was.



Where I am now, will not be where I am later.

Yet, there is a constant longing to be Here, in that place yet far away.



Sometimes I am Here for a split second in eternity.

A split second above the clouds that float freely.

A split second of insight that goes beyond reason.

A split second of being  -  of being Here, where I am.



These are only rare occassions,

with hope that I may someday find myself, completely Here.