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Just watching to see
Just coming to breath
Just listening to be
Just living to explore
What is behind that shore?
Each moment brand-new
For me and for you
All roadmaps abondoned
I am on my own
Being guided by NOW
Seeing what's gonna show.
Memory garbage dump
Holding everything old
Aged releasing all

I've realized my brain
Swollen from decades of thought
Now, only wants now

Goodbye to the past
Earth quakes releasing the crust
Cliffs of synapse fall
Reaching an age of retirement I'm left with only what I remember, like they are prints that guide my future direction. Which would be disastrous. I want to purge my brain of all things past so I can live now and into my future. Nothing in the past shall remain. How I try.
silvervi Apr 13
There is no need to rush. Stop stressing around. Start looking at this very moment because this is where you truly are. Now. Alive.
This breath is needed for the next years to come. Let's give this breath our attention. Let's stay present with it.
This was a reminder to myself just now. I figured it might be helpful for someone else.
Zywa Dec 2024
Just to get a grip

on what's happening, I say --


out loud: nownownow.
Poem "Omdat het niet mogelijk lijkt tegelijkertijd te bestaan" ("Because it doesn't seem to be possible to exist at the same time", 2022, Maria Barnas)

Collection "Here &Now&"
Frank Cavalo Nov 2024
Time has a fickle memory
Such oft it o’erlaps
Deja vu, of the lyric —
That Time itself — entraps.

Devours the page — engorged
‘Til you are paper-forged
Drowned — heady, in pretty epithet,
Losing Time you can’t afford.

You can’t unbind the shackles
For Time has lost the key –
Better to live a fleeting bliss
Than a prolonged misery.
Zywa Nov 2024
You can vaguely see

what was and what will be, but --


Now remains hidden.
Novel "Lighthousekeeping" (2004, Jeanette Winterson), chapter Known point in the darkness

Collection "Here &Now&"
Gerry Sykes Nov 2024
cobalt blue, lime green and
lemon yellow warp
stretches on a loom

the shuttle dances
back and forth
weaving my crimson weft
into the pattern of the universe

my pilgrimage zigzags
beneath the comb
as time winds the warp
which begins and ends
beyond my scarlet thread
The comb here is the heddle is a looped wire or cord with an eye in the centre through which a warp yarn is passed in a loom before going through the reed to control its movement and divide the threads.

I leave you to decide where the warp begins and ends. For me is in in the infinity of the Trinity.
M Solav Oct 2024
If you walk, you slip
If you stop, you stall
If you touch, you stick
If you drop, you fall

In the eternal,
In the eternal now.

If you give, you take
If you kneel, you bow
If you dream, you wake,
If you seek, you doubt,

And when night shadows blend
With the light of the dawn
Remember to forget
That you've come to depart

In the eternal,
In the eternal now.
Written in September 2020.
New verse added in November 2024.


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Now
Perhaps all we are is right here, right now,  
Not in the future we’re so worried about—  
A future where we may never exist at all
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