Presently my consciousness speaks and yet

there are no words for the being.


Being present, the moment, the breathing,

the seeing, the dreaming all melt away.


Understanding there is no thing to understand.


Being present there is -


No thing to embrace

 No thing to speak

 No thing to see

 No thing to become

 No thing to remember

 No time to experience


Being the presence is presence.


Being present you are and you are not

For one becomes the other.


We fall asleep to wakeup.


Being neither we are present.