Flying, a poem

Floatless yet flying
Living yet dying
Moments coming
And seconds going
Neither moving on
Nor reflecting on what's gone
Simply floating in this presence
Yet still flying fast as they become past tense
What's tense and nerve-wracking falls away
Dropping the worries & confusion of the day
The weight of what once held me down
Now quickly left behind without a frown
Now I'll slowly keep on soaring
Through clouds with moments pouring
Down to me like renewing rain
Down in their sweet time, then they wane
Once here and then passed
Within them while they last
For soon I'll fly on
A new moment to renew like the dawn
New time and new space
Renewal of my Pace
No more worrying over the future
No more being defined by the way things were
I'm here, right here
In this moment with no fear