It is the endbeginning.
That moment marking the transition between worlds.
On one side a kaleidoscope of memories.
On the other–dreams yet to be.
I am the same on both sides, I tell myself.
But I am not.
On the one side I am what I was.
On the other, I am yet to be.
Having been, and becoming–the endbeginning.
Each moment is that moment, unseen in the rush of events.
Seamless transitions divided only by the conscious self’s need to create eras of time.
Each moment an endbeginning.
This moment is my deathmoment and this is my birthmoment.
How wonderful to be in this moment–
Having been, being, yet to be.