This Now
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
Armchair Zen 