Fleeting Now

Bewick's Wren ( Thryomanes bewickii ) catching...

Dream not of the past,
nor long for the future.
Only the present matters.
Everything else is a game
we play to avoid the now
of our existence. Foolish
is the one who wastes
even a moment of this
fleeting now.

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2 Responses to Fleeting Now

  1. Nina says:

    yes,

    waste not, want not

    Like

  2. ruleofstupid says:

    So true, and not a drop wasted.

    Like

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