Life
As present
Did not add up
As if
A zero
Sum game
The passed getting bigger
The future getting smaller
That good buy
That eminent lessen
As holy for gone
As refuse
As waive that fortune
Having only
Too come to wrest
With that cursory savor
The eternal
Now
Here is yet another poem on the theme of the eternal now. Life can seem to pass by so quickly with so many distractions, perhaps wondering where it all goes. Know madder how attached we are to things, they seem to pass. The present, arisen from the past and cascading into the future, is awe we have. And we find ourselves, moved by weigh of this exquisite mystery, in the mist of where the passed and the future are knot won or the other. Long the weigh, most of us look for a savor of some sort, weather short and sweet or lingering and rarefied. Not with standing, we are prone to cling on, fighting increasingly alien forces, light years beyond any measure of good taste. Our salivation dries up before our face, caught in a scrunch, as whither every fecund moment reseeds in a parent mummification. And in spite of everything, the Tao jones arises again and agin…
