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Dear Readers

I just had some thoughts about the existence of time.I sat still and noticed that there was only now.Even the past and future are here now.and then I realised, this was my only eternal day!

Yours Sincerely, POSOWOCO

Mountain 5431950 1920

Does anyone like to hear the questions of personal time?

Or want some thoughts about the window of life we call now?

Perhaps you may be wondering why there can only be an eternal day for you?

Or do you just want to hear that the past and future can never be physically reached?

The Eternal Now We cannot hear the past or the new morn, As our heartbeat runs our sorry scorn, And our mind races back and then forth, Across our own single eternal day of worth. As always the day is carrying child, Once we cried and came in nature wild, Slicing up time in a method way, And missing our lifelong special eternal day. We cannot see the past or new future, Such a lonely unmeasured tutor, All made up by a living "why" brain, Eternal day eternal night eternal rain. If only to feel the one single day, And love to live now and make the hay, We could all connect the living dots, And not be feeling living rusting robots. From our bow to our stern we learn to think, Of the ebb and flowing life stream ink, As bits of disjoint pockets of fizz, Not the loving eternal single day it is. If only to feel the one single day, And love to live now and make the hay, We could all connect the living dots, And not be feeling living rusting robots. 19th January 2024

I wrote this poem after a peaceful night's sleep followed by a vivid pre-wake-up dream.

It was as if the past and future were there but through a set of windows.

I was being told by my dream that they could never be visited.

I got worse because the point was that they were not real any more

so the now was all I had I thought.

But wait, if that was the case, I was living in an eternal now.

Only this would be my first and last day of life over and over again.

It's semi-calming in a way to think this because I need not worry about my legacy or my footprints...

The Eternal Now

we cannot hear past --

as our heartbeat runs our scorn

and our mind races