The Power of Now
With thanks to Eckhart Tolle.
The talkers talk
of leaving or remaining
who should go, what cannot stay
who’s right, what’s wrong
where’s goodness gone? Too
many old, the lawless young,
we’re bound to pay, we’ll come undone
the planet’s doomed, the coming bomb.
But yet: the young never made more than they make
now. The old never reaped more than they reap
now. Peace never presided more than it presides
now. Goodness never grew more than it grows
now. And goodness knows, we’re all as welcome
as we ever were, here, in the holy hold of now.
And so: I close my ears to third-hand tales.
I feed no more on skeletons.
Eyes washed in the waters of now,
body buoyed by the welling of now,
mind lulled in the arms of now,
spirit surging on the flow of now, I feel
all the world at play within me
all the world of rest around me
just one thing to do before me.
Creator, here, of my creation: now.
FURTHER READING: The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. Or for more poems from me and an anthology of extracts about going creative: