Each day
05.30.06 (4:09 pm) [edit]
Each day so much like one before it
Just little differences
That make some stand out,
Remembered,
Even pondered,
While the rest sink into forgetfulness,
Oblivion,
Never again to see the light.
Memories hide,
Forgotten,
Buried in the cave beneath thought,
With roots deep,
Alive,
Influencing in secret
That makes us a mystery to ourselves
In how we sometimes are.
Am I my past or am I my thoughts at this moment?
What will I be in the future?
Perhaps I am none of these.
Something simpler,
Deeper than thought,
Or past and future,
Greater than the present
Deeper than time?
Am I truly who I am only in the present?
This moment,
This thought or experience?
Is the present all I have to stand on?
God’s present is all time
Mine this instant the doorway
Where I truly connect
With the All.