Where is that that takes no space?
When is that that takes no time?
Ageless twilight hosts with grace
Infinite night bows with measureless light
Flowing waters cleanse colorless
Refreshing mists sweep soundless
Falcon eyes alert with talons
Cat eyes calm with pounce
Being is intimately ubiquitous
Original pools remain fathomless
All at once, always all at once
Flowing colorless, refreshing soundless
Image credit: Louis Wain (1860-1939)
Regarding the poem: The past is a grandmother, the future is a bride to be, and the present is the attentive host to both.
Primitive Joe 
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