The world is a timeless place.
Some people say it's billions of years old
the experience of the world is timeless.
I get that sensation when
I stare at the moon
smell fresh pine resin
or sit on an immortal stump of decaying element.
It's like I'm back in time experiencing it just as my ancestors did
or like astronauts do.
And then it's totally spaceless.
engaging the zenith or some deeper abysmal well
its reflection forever drawing, pulling, tugging at the internal tides.
And sometimes finding peace
like I imagine an astronaut feels
looking at the world from the outside
or the dreamer
dreaming the world from the inside.