Here in the Now

Retreat to the hillock of forgotten dreams. Bathe in the moment without racing towards change.
They hardly hit or they come at once,
May time remind you -it will all too soon be taken away.

Forever is composed of nows
-Emily Dickinson

So swim in this feeling and ride its waves; It is what this time was created for.
Don’t reel in, don’t let go.
They are coming for us in the showers of awakening, and we will take them in battered armour, down to our mindful rest.

“So if I’m inside your head
Don’t believe what you might have read
You’ll see what I might have said
To hear it,
Come waste your time me…”

– Waste, Phish.

A version of what we were is left to debate;
As sparks from lyrics lie buried in the heart of yesterday.
To the hills we run to build our wall of memories.
An altered reflection, purposeful and free,
-We tread onwards leaving behind forgotten dreams.

‘Cause in the end all you really have are memories.