Chiaroscuro

Flickering lines of light and shadow,
progressing ceaselessly 
from horizon to horizon:
a lemming march to obscurity.

Philosopher, fakir,
fool and friend;
sociopath, philanthropist,
parent and child;
tyrant, benefactor,
you and I:
we all move, blindly,
along the arrow
of Time.

If we take the time,
each and every day,
to examine
     the lines,
     the shadows,
to understand
     not the motion,
     not the flickering,
but the stunning reality
     of here,
     of Now,
meaning will emerge.

It is not the progression,
nor yet the origin
or destination:
it is here,
it is now,
that is all we ever have,
     or need.