In this moment i die
i that grasps onto thoughts
i that is reborn again each second

Teflon Mind is slippery
Observing each moment
Then the next

A discontinuous function
Split by the rise and fall
Of now

Normal Mind is always sticking
Linking each moment to the next
Illusion of continuity

Wanting for the moment
Is like wanting for any future
It’s just smaller

As soon as wanting starts
The moment is missed
And no life happened