Fragments of life are all around,
for we love to separate the whole.
No oneness of purpose allowed,
no one desire for peace, for calm,
but rather a calamity of non events,
one noise to another suits us best.
We leap from each present moment
to one from history or fall into trap
of our own future hopes or fears.
Even though life is only really Now,
we take our history of the bygone
times so seriously, we hold the past
tight inside, digest events, over and
over, chewing cud from dead times,
has become our favourite pastime.
Others sit in fear of what’s to come,
live a future with hope of better luck.
No guarantee the future ever comes.
Yet things are happening right Now;
are we as the only thinking beings
of our world incapable of feeling,
sensing time as it arrives. For each
moment is so rich with knowledge.
But if we have time travelled, we
miss the significance of what it is
like to live in present time, we
fail to see, we let pass the beauty
of life’s flow, its offering of peace.
We miss the meaning of living Now.
Experiencing life’s joy as it happens,
not second hand remains of a story
that will have no repeat performance.
No past episodes, can be replayed,
for they are dead, will not be relived.
So leave them now, do not attach
to long dead things, live only Now.
Bob Blackwell
09-12-2011
i liked,"each moment rich with knowledge ",so true and the quintessence of this beautiful poem !