Now and Now

[Guest guest]

We laugh at ducks sometimes as they waddle

But take ourselves far too seriously,

Though we may be breakable,

And even if we may be unshakable

Like tree trunks, hollowed out and our roots

Are above ground,

We are the richness of soil, washed away by time

And rain.

Little rivers, flowing

Returning to waves in oceans

Where we merge,

As we live in the Power of Now,

For here and only here,

Is Freedom,

Without beginning

Without end,

 

A meditation bell rings....

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ana