This is a moment.
A speck of time amongst the multitudes.
It has no limits nor boundaries,
It is most likely nothing.
It could be a beginning.
Right now we cannot know what this moment is for,
by the time we realise
it will be gone.
An orgasm of time,
beautiful and fleeting,
all the sweeter for its brevity.
Maybe if you are lucky,
through eyes of pale jade,
you will see its formation,
    you will track its progress,
            you will witness its close.
                  Open yourself to it.