Fine Line

Where in lies the fine line between the caterpillar and it's butterfly.
The seed and it's tree, the question and it's reply.
The waxing and waining of the moon,love and hate,the past and it's destiny.
There appears to be a timeless moment which "thought can not penetrate to perceive.
Here, there is nothing to be known,and therefore,nothing to be believed.
Here and now,in it's center,there would appear to be an absolute stillness,that the illusion of movement surrounds.
Silent is it's domain,with an eternal ground.
"It ever just is, that it is",no more nor less.
And "here & now" lies it's fine line, but this too, is an educated guess,so put judgement to rest.
May love & compassion be our only quest.