young pup rolling on the floor,
delighting in my hand's touch on his fur -
experiencing Now, the moment's bliss, while
I, caught in past and future, wonder what we humans miss?
We live wounded, recalling past arrows & desires,
in autumn we remember leaves tinged with brighter fires.
Shallow and self-concious, our life below the stars
obsesses with the past, like a prisoner at his bars.
When we brawl, we know we're brawling,
and we spectate our own deeds,
we view our wild rantings and devoutly spoken creeds-
our every past and present action with self-awareness bleeds.
We're awed not by the drop of rain, but the ocean which it feeds.
Strip us of distractions and the vexing 'why' and 'how',
purge away the 'then' and 'soon' and let us worship Now.
So we are alive?
without time and sense
of darkness changing into light,
knowledge of dark heads turning white
without conscious love of memories
or past mild Springs?
Could we be human, without these things?
the puppy growls, i draw my hand away.
the sun sinks down. there goes another day.
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