Time is such a wonderful thing. The persistent illusion covering a mystic, ever changing water. New after each splash.
The bright impression of the drops in our memory like one of those old school ‘Camara oscura’ early photographs.
On the other side is the ethereal gas of what’s not yet come, but with imaginable fluidity paints the most intricate eddies out of smoke.
Finally, the timeless pool of deep sleep. Away from Maya everything and nothing exists.
Good night Maya, I see you.