The right time emerges unannounced,
Amidst the haze of fleeting moments.
Leaving you in pucker
A unique magic unfolds,
as you observe the world anew.
The right time is like when you glance at your phone
And marvel at 17:17 on the 17th of the seventh.
In the moment of right time
Full awareness dawns,
The presence..
In the right time, even the light slow down
Embracing, saturating every cell of you.
You become
-finally-
one with existence.
Night walk on a silent street
Turning a corner, jasmine's gentle scent envelops,
Like the veil of the right time.
The universe halts in reverence,
As if for royalty descending from heaven.
The right time may be a cherry blossom petal,
Drifting from Paradise to Earth.
Yet, impermanence's rule prevails,
That monster ejects you from the black hole's grasp.
It's like tuning into a distant radio station,
With dreamy music for a fleeting moment,
Then vanishing as you drive away,
The oscillating waves fading into the cerulean skies.
You ponder the magic you tasted,
Leaving an enduring imprint,
Yet growing indifferent over time,
Until the return of the right time again..
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