Now is always all that matters.
It is the only space where feelings live.
All else is just a figment of
Imagined pasts and futures, and this
Body is a portal through which
Every living spirit slips at night.
When we rise into that other world,
We must be so fully present
That only the barest whisps escape
And float into the waking landscape.
But we do, every single morning--
And in this world, it's possible
To live inside that consciousness.
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