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