As time flies by
the monk preaches night and day
that to live in the present
is the way to bliss
A small boy seemed confused
the monk asked why
he asked could you explain
the 'present' again?
The monk with pride
adjusting his robe
pretending to be wise
spoke touching his ear lobe
The way to bliss
is to be free from thought
the thought of the future
of present and the past
He recited some verses
from texts sacred and old
the party of fools around
seemed delighted as if seeing real gold
The boy said with a smile
interrupting the monk
the body seems fine
but what about the soul?
People including the monk
couldn't get the cryptic lines
so one asked the boy
to explain his talk
Calmly said the boy
as time flies by
the present becomes the past
and the promise of the future doesn't for long last
In the present lies the future
in the past too it dwells
O wise men for me the essence of the three
cannot be distinct as to you
Space and time
are but one and the same
like the pawn and the bishop
are together after a game
All these elements
in nature that the wise can name
are but one and the same
varied forms of that flame
The flame that is pure
that lies in you and me
in the sun and the moon
in the flower and the bee
Hearing the child talk
the old ones laughed
some called him an idiot
as their old game began
The child from the day next
was never again seen
a tiny wild flower
was dancing with a bee
