Existence Poem by JOBY JOHN

Where am I,
The place to yet be defined
It makes my being.
Is it in the past? no.
That history with presence
Appears as it really is.
Am I the future?
Not sure of the mystery.
The presence is mysterious.
Where am I?
Neither in history
Nor of mystery
But in presence mysterious.
How I in the present
The game of being.
Neither the past
Nor the future
Makes the destiny
But the present omniscient.
'Live the present
Filling the wine of past
In the bottle of future.'