Pinhole In Time

Skimming the surface of life,
my eye fixed on a tiny pinhole of Now,
stopping for a second
as my watch’s minute hand sped ahead full speed.
Peering into the pinhole
I was intrigued,
took a deep breath,
descending into the needle-thin tunnel of the Now.
With each new breath I fell,
rather was pulled downward,
face first into the bluish emerald waters
of clouds of swirling seeds of things to come,
of dreams yet undreamt
when chaste voices sang,
“This is the moment!”
Terrified as I sank even further down
into now yellowing orangish waters,
dreading I’d never find my way up,
an enthralling voice said,
“Make all your days, Now-a-days.”
Resisting my heart’s urging
to turn back, I felt ensnared
in the ever-hotter waters turning
reddish orange to scarlet flaming red,
and saw ahead a faceless image with
a thousand faces within
and a formless shifting shape
veiling every form and shape.
My hands reached out lovingly
as primitive erotic love dragged me
passionately, uncontrollably
into an ever-increasing encompassing
thunderhead cloud of blackest darkness;
it felt menacing yet affectionate
as I vanished
realizing
I was drowning
in God.