Book of Eons

I opened the Ancient Book of Eons
   and every page told of today,
   and every sentence told of this hour,
   and every word told of this moment,
   and so the Book closed and
       became dust in my hands.

I rose to step across a threshold that appeared
   and it, too, disappeared, and
I was in a space that was full —
   full of waiting,
   full of choices that were waiting to be chosen
To be chosen by many who would not wait.

For the Time is now, no matter how ancient the Time,
It is now, as it always will be.
The Time we call Now is a space full of choices:
I have made them and you have made them
And they fill our space and time as we make them
To make the you and to make the me
That are only and always the Love and the Light that
Eons of books have tried to describe.

…and every word has told of this moment.
This moment is ours to have.