The sound that's made when two hands clapped
Not so very different when your feet tapped.
The moment that sound was quickly made.
Not so different from what you had said.
Beyond, within, that very moment.
How loud the cry of the new-born child.
Exactly the same as the breathing that’s mild.
I strive and I strive, I aim for most high.
Exactly the same if now I take five.
Right here, everywhere, that very moment.
It was, it is and always will be.
Never was, never is and never will be.
Strange as it seems
Clear its always been.
Within, without, that very moment.
Zeng Han Jun
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-very-moment-3/
