Immersed in Time

We are immersed in time,

In space, in life, in Light.

Height by height we climb,

Hoping to get our dreams in sight.

A wheel of endless searching,

Til the turning’s made to cease.

Why waste the journey lurching

To and from each false release?

Why not savor every cycle,

Resting in the peace of now?

Life’s too short to trifle with

Or squander anyhow.

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Damn!

Be careful not to trade away

Your time for “being” every day.

The price is high, the cost is dear,

To not be present while you’re here.

Riches will avail you not

When former days by you are sought,

For at Life’s end, you’ll never say,

“Damn! I lived my life away!”

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How

What does all this mean to me?

I cannot answer easily.

Sometimes I live by second-hopping,

Or in chunks of days, not stopping.

Regardless of my presence state,

The fact I’m here I can’t debate.

So what remains is to decide

The way in which I will abide.

“What” falls short in my own head.

“How” is what I’d ask instead.

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