Contentment envelopes
begging me to stop grasping at what is to come.
Learn to seize what is here now.
Settle.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2012
Contentment envelopes
begging me to stop grasping at what is to come.
Learn to seize what is here now.
Settle.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2012
The mists of my mind are lifting
The future becomes distant
as it should be
Focus attunes to the present
where I find it hard to be still
Struggling to recognise
the opportunities before me
Yearning to stay grounded
I should not be running towards tomorrow
where romanticism robs me of clarity
and mortality heightens anxiety
I should be digging a trench in today
where life glitters with hope
and reality holds out the hand of happiness
© www.mypastmademe.com 2012
As I look into the mists of the future
I see the hands reaching for me,
coaxing me forward,
tempting my mind to wonder.
But my feet are firm.
I remain grounded
and resist the pull.
For here is now.
Now is the present.
The present is my gift.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
There was a time
when I was cemented in my past
and I could not see the future.
There was a time
when I could not stop visualising what lies ahead,
what will become of me.
Now I can only live in the moment.
I do not try to see the future,
I do not dwell on the past
and I can only taste the present.
I have surrendered
to the conclusion of another chapter,
and my fingers are slowly reaching
to turn the page of tomorrow.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
Submitted for Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 45 🙂