he walks through his life
with a string of nows
hanging from his neck
most days slip away
from dawn to dusk
without distinction
yet some he can see
with a clarity
which is unmoving
with a cold silence
which strips away time
like a broken tomb
the past and future
vanish and the now
opens around him
like a white lotus
rising from the palm
of his outstretched hand
(November 12, 2023)
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