THE LAND OF NOW

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THE LAND OF NOW

Every step we place our foot

Is Now

Every necessary breath we take

Is Now

Every thought about the plans we make

Is  Now

Every memory about the past happens right Now

Now is the most valuable piece of cosmic real estate

There is because it is the only plot of reality

On which to build a life

We all live in the land of Now

Now can be so many things

It is all we have, all we will ever have

Yet it is enough

It can not be hoarded

The wealthiest most powerful people in the world

Have the same Now as you or me

The same Now as the squirrels in the yard

Now is the fertile soil where a seed might be planted

From which the next Now, slightly better, can grow

As it appears, in an endless progression of the most valuable

Rarest, uncapturable, ever-renewing Nows

Let us take our Nows, to have and to hold this reality

Richer or poorer, in sickness or in health

We are pronounced full citizens of Now

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