There is no way out, the
Present is everywhere I go;
In every state I stop or start
The only EXIT is sleep;
Unless death is a dream.
present
In good time
The Past bore us.
The Future holds
us – this very
second is that.
For now, we have
run out of Time.
25th Birthday Present
Sprained. The ankle swang me
On a broken hinge, creaked
Me in the breeze against a poor
Supporting wall, Scratched black.
Nothing could feel better than
For the past to be present,
I did not feel murderous
Now was no victim, then.
Om Shanti, Peace, up and down
And down, Head to toes and toes
To ground through lava deep and up
And Rising through to feet,
It never happened, all
Is healed.
Walking normally, no trouble, now.
Where is the gratitude?
Pain is memory, Now is new.
Ode to Now
Sitting at this juncture
In the day, reading
Song in my brain
Feeling blood in my
Lips and warmth
In my veins as
Love courses through
Me, not Romance
But Now, alone,
An island, I am
It, here, sitting, at
One, no
Thought of anywhere
But now and here –
The facts that
Combine to make
My Being be –
Sound, sight, hair,
Teeth, Feet,
Me.
Present
Wave it through
This blip of the
Heart that makes
Hands reach to
Stop the throat with
Something stodgy, grainy
Overdose.
Wave it off,
Now is here.
( 5th September 2009)
Being Every Day 