What you have seen
is only but the tip
of the entire
iceberg.

The past is
so far out..
the future left
so far behind us.

Only the present
holds us lovingly
in its embrace..
so near and dear.
The gift of being..
present right
before us..
now and here.

Right after us,
however lies
the gift of being
nothing yet..
but soon to be
our here and now.

Alas, an iceberg
is an iceberg
is an iceberg
in its being..
to its tip
and from
its depths
of darkness
still unseen
and cold as ice..
The All way down.