When am I?
Where am I?
The room expands to infinity
and feels cramped.
I am lost in now:
no
flowers to pick;
no
bouquets to place;
no need to do;
no one needs me to
do it.
This touches who I am,
restlessly
doing and going
fitting
living into a pattern,
the pattern
becoming me.
But take time!
Don’t let
it take you,
swiftly,
like the middle current
of
the unstoppable river.
Dam the
river time,
and
in the quiet lake,
behind
the dam
don’t
notice that the water
still
flows.
Swim deep in Now
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