What No Longer Is ...

Time is like water

flowing out of a pitcher...

my cup runneth over.

You have tricked me once again,

pulling me out of the safety

of residing in the present moment.

You have engulfed me in the sadness

of what has passed,

weighing me down with emotions

heavy as drowning water.

You projected my senses

far into the future,

swirling me

into lurking stagnant waters

until overwhelmed by fear.

Gasping for air,

reaching for safety in detachment,

my energies are saturated

by emotions splayed across my sacred silent space.

Once again,

gathering that which was,

I search for a place

to store this collection

of what no longer is.