The sunbird sings,
dancing his emerald ecstasy
in this ephemeral day,
daring you to realise
there is no time
in which now can last.
Turn around
and walk back out
the prison gate that reads
"I am".
Give up your whirlpool self
and dissolve into this
single stream.
Now is not a moment.
The shining dance
of this translucent bird
is a whole world of delight
without duration.
Nothing lasts.
It is only ever presence.