There lies the moment

In the rush
of things
The moment stops
Somewhere between
Earlier and later

And that’s where
There is no speed
No expectations
No comparison
Nothing lesser or greater

But there lies still
the intent of motion
And the sense of purpose
The seed of every future
a pure slice of the creator

There lies the beauty of stillness
The symphony of motion
Existent, but yet lost
Somewhere between
Earlier and later