All attempts to be in the present fail
When the past haunts in spite of its death
And the future seduces with its unseen charm
The precious moment eludes
Leaving behind a chaotic quagmire
The effort to be conscious is seemingly lost
And the 'Karma' seems to be operational
Without any sense of discrimination
The Puppeteer only appears to know
When, where, how and why
To pull the moppet's strings
If only the elapsed be erased
And the unborn not allowed to influence
The mysterious "Now" then reveals its blazing presence
And burns ignorance in its inferno.
