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.