Now
There’s only
now.
There’s only ever, now.
Lines can linger long upon
The printed page,
Where rage exhausts itself,
Transmitting thought
Down centuries of change
Promising a life remembered
Or, a future,
Where we transcend time.
Tempting us to live a half-imagined past,
Or dwell among uncertain dreams
Of futures filled with desperate hope.
The truth is:
Now is where we live.
There is only now.
There is only ever, now.
Now is all that ever was,
All that is,
And all which shall become.
© James Rainsford
There’s only ever, now.
Lines can linger long upon
The printed page,
Where rage exhausts itself,
Transmitting thought
Down centuries of change
Promising a life remembered
Or, a future,
Where we transcend time.
Tempting us to live a half-imagined past,
Or dwell among uncertain dreams
Of futures filled with desperate hope.
The truth is:
Now is where we live.
There is only now.
There is only ever, now.
Now is all that ever was,
All that is,
And all which shall become.
© James Rainsford
Note to readers: This poem was inspired by the words of Sam Harris. I've posted a link below for those who'd like to experience Sam's thoughts for themselves. I feel privileged to be alive to experience his intellectual honesty and liberating insights. I hope you too will find his views inspirational.
Click this link to hear Sam Harris reading 'NOW' https://bit.ly/2Rv93dY
Click this link to hear Sam Harris reading 'NOW' https://bit.ly/2Rv93dY
