However, I'm beyond now. In a place where I must write and chant. The names of a thousand forgotten things. I must remember to catch the sundrops. I must write before I'm written out. Life is in the now. Time is always now. That is the law. The final law. All religions have convergent validity here at this subtlety. We are all in the now. And that is perhaps the greatest truth of all.
What to do now? What to do? Shall I work and make money and play with the blind boys? Or will I take up a pursuit and chase it to the end? Can I ever finish that task? May I ever run time down? Or will I be run down?
All a matter of staying in the now. And remembering.
2 comments:
'I must write before I'm written out.'... Wah!
Ootar, loved the post... keep it coming...
Mara tahm baree kharab cheez hai. Anyways...gal sun we need to get back to the book club thing at some point. Baree ahem ahem kitten parhnee wale huin hui hian
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