Take refuge in this moment.
Ephemeral, unknowable, it isn't what it seems.
In the madness of delusion, we seize on certain certainties,
but like a photograph of memory,
reality dissolves into disconnect if you look too closely.
Nothing is what we think; it's more interesting than that.
So rest in this moment, which is passing as we speak.
This is Buddhism-inspired poem is a Sunday Scribblings post.