There IS

A point

At the center of me

That IS

Not of this world

All moments

Within and without

Intersect here

All directions

Lead to it

It is not even

A nanosecond’s width

In space-time-existence

It connects all moments

And threads of time

Reducing all time-maps

To nothingness

It is the non-function

Birthing the Golden Mean

Resolving all mathematics

Into null

It is the prior-ness

The no-place

Of the emergent bubble

It is not here nor there

But everywhere

It cannot be found or located

But is the core

Of the Everything

It is the utter calm

The completely still

To say

It is this or that

Is a deception

It does not exist

But is the ground

That gathers every

Present moment

Into nowhere

It is the Not-Now

Of timelessness

It is the ground of NOT

Gravity-mass-movement

And the soul

Longs for its

Intimate kiss

Cessation