A flower.
Creating seeds.
Future and past locked together.
Paused in time. (1)

We can see them as if we were there.
But wouldn’t we always see them if we were there?

Time is just another dimension…
The flowers are here now.
The flowers existed back then.
Always. Along with us.

I will always be here in 2014 writing this…
No matter how many millions of years pass.
(Harmonia Philosophica)