If I Can’t

If I can’t hold happy now till morrow, Nor can its seed search in the days be-gone, Hauling it out from Time’s trackless hollow, How can I see it stand still on its own? If I can’t dig out bliss from dusty grey, Nor know to stretch its life in endless space, I’d be lost staring at time’s dancing face Fleeting at light’s speed, wishing it would stay. An if I know to delve into bright sun Setting slowly, in joy as in sorrow, I can’t but carry on with the burden Of that vague, vague whether-or-not morrow. But if I care not for that weighty past, And make light of the morrow’s vague promise, And dare either impostor for what he’s, I can make every moment endless vast. Go ‘head, dive unto this fathomless now, The seed and sprout of life, Lao–tse’s1 Tao! ________________________________________________ - Musings | 03.10.07 |