Myth of Tomorrow

A poem about Now

How many tomorrows will you borrow
Before life leaves you none to lend?
How many tomorrows will you borrow
Before today’s the end?

How many tomorrows will you borrow
Not sensing, you are blind
How much suffering will follow
With a monkey as your mind?

Now
Breathe
Sense
Open your presence

Swim in the sky
Bathe in the stars

I am here with you

Tomorrow is a myth
Reality’s today

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