Armchair Zen

Now

I don’t know why I love this Now, but I do, now.

Don’t know how to capture it, or why I should.

Is that not the essence of Now?

It cannot be preserved or lived over or in advance.

Now it is gone, and it is now.

Opening

I love this now because I can be me

or choose not to be me,

or, then again, have Not Me choose

to not be me.

This now has all of me,

The me I am

The me I want to be

The me I might wish I was

The me that will never be.

I love this now.

These “me”s.

Seek Peace,

Paz