In this moment is contained the whole of the world
There is only this minute now
Banks of angels hold their breath
Wondrous things are opening up for the next sixty seconds
Every hour is an eon and each day another infinity
Corners get turned, there is building up and destruction
There is tension and fulfillment, sleep and awakening
And crammed in every hidden space, there are dreams
Dreams of creatures and dreams of matter
Dreams of tomorrow and the hereafter:
The very universe dreaming itself alive
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