The Present is the Only Thing That Has No End
A Poem
This boundless rhythm trapped inside itself continues in harmonic reverie drinking up the present in one gulp
No end in sight no past to care for a future unreachable because it is only this singular moment
Now and then now in perpetuity a tumbling vision that stands still and moves forward at the same time
The present is the only thing that has no end
This poem was inspired by a passage in the book, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are by Alan Watts. I find myself highlighting words or passages that move me every time I read, no matter what I am reading. When I find the highlight that projects to a poem, I don’t read the source again before I write, I just allow the nerve to be touched. And then I spill my words.
A snippet from page 108 of The Book, where I got my inspiration:
“And not merely ‘some day’: now, today, every day she is bringing you forth, not once but thousands upon thousands of times, just as every day she engulfs you a thousand times over. For eternally and always there is only now, one and the same now; the present is the only thing that has no end.”
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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