This moment
Today
This Year
In this Lifetime
Progressively diluting versions of presence
Decreasingly focused experiences of Here - This Place
At the moment of conception my entire History was Now
A moment later I acquired a past, and ever since I've been trying to escape it
to find my way back to Now, back to that eternal, singular moment
I brust at it. It brushes me.
But miracles are still too precious
I cannot simply let one by without wanting to hold it a little while
turning it into memory
and I am suddenly in my past again
The Flowers are still too beautiful not to want to pick them
take them home with me
Grateful for times I cannot think
when words and names fail to rise above the clamor of life all around
I become still, in one form or another
I slow down to the speed of Earth
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