The Present

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 how amazing it is, that i get to experience life at a moment to moment basis.


one moment, i'm playing with a cat,

next moment, i'm writing in my bed

it’s when my consciousness is open

i experience enlightenment


those moments i exist only then

and not in the future

or nostalgic for the past

at least not yet


I am working towards

an experience of the present

but i only experience 

glimpses of the present


perhaps that is our God?

being at one with the moment

That interchanges with the universe

is all the universe a moment?


a flicker into the night

a guiding candle to the moths

what of the darkness?

does it get lonely too?


surely the noxious gases

deep in the heart of space

sense our longing to experience them?

the lonesomeness is shared throughout the cosmos

our God is loneliness

we were separated from God

our consciousness split from the eternal fabric of  nothingness

and projected unto itself a show of its own existence

watching deliberately , carefully, processing our every moment,

until we forget who we are

or, what we are,

And we fall back into the present

back into the arms of the cold

and seek out into the nothingness

to the very depths of hte soul

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