The thread of time

The thread of time                                                                                               
 
From the truth of the needle’s eye, projects
a false reality in each direction along the taut thread.  
 
The whole of the film is arranged, each frame
projected separately through the one gate
 
of beginningless, endless existence. 
Heedlessly, we speak of aeons,
 
millenniums, cycles of time
with no individual evidence,
 
while time, say the Mystics  
is briefer than even our mortality.
 
Only the moment exists.  The thread of time,
and our consensual misapprehension of it,
 
binds us, every eternal moment, more firmly  
to this sputtering realm of ignorance and delusion.
 
O child of God, the Mystics’ description of forever
is a chink in the foundation of your complacency.