A poetic view of now

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‘These times they are a changin” or so the lyric goes

And yet they are so now, so now, so now.

Long ago when time was then, I wondered what I’d see

when the now of now began and laid its hands on me.

I can say I did not see this now, nor could I see it then,

I grieve for times of long ago when time for me, would bend.

and now I wonder what time it is if time is all I have.

The limits of the ages move my spirit into salve,

and every time I hear the wind it whispers — we’re home.

I’ve heard it spoken there is no time, just one eternal now,

So I ask you, dear friend, what time is it where you are?

For Peace and Love at this moment!

A believer in Lifelong Learning and Collaborative Wisdom, remembering Who I AM through essay, story, and poetry. Listening for narratives that nurture Life.

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