To Love Now
Not the memories past
nor the dreams of future;
Love this moment, feel and see,
banish the cataloguing brain
At least for a while.
How can we take for granted
to see the birds flitting and feed,
Singing and playing in the trees.
Or see the wonder and immensity of the sky
the grand Cupola of Cosmos above,
Just now the heavenly scents from flowers
drift through the door. Should I not just Be?
Of course I should
and say thanks for the gifts and their multitude.
I wonder if I can bring this peace through the day,
pack it firmly in a corner of my heart.
I will tell you if it worked.
Or whether packing boxes won out.
Love the Now is not a new theory,
it is the only way to live, to feel joy.
Maybe we can convince our brains
Could they possibly live in harmony?
© miriam ivarson