Now

Now

This is not a
Sliver of time..
But the Field
Containing all time
(And space..by the way)
You and I
Are this Field
This Now
Which is waiting
For our Recognition..
For when Recognized
All absences and departs
Paint our Now with
Memories now made of
Now...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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September 28, 2019 at 2:13 AM
This is a deep write, Charles. Especially this part: "You and I Are this Field This Now Which is waiting For our Recognition." This may be why we are so compelled to write!
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