moment into moment

the present moment is

not a finite point. It is boundless,

spacious enough to contain

the past and accommodate the future

timeless in time

years of striving to

amass a following . . . now

to forget the self.

“time is existence.”  i am time.

clear mind

rivers, sky, mountains

high for the time being i

practice time being

en light en me

moon floating in a

starless sky shine your light on

Dogen’s being time

 

 

 

 

for a time

i played outside in

the mud, climbing trees.  i went to

school, for a time, lost myself

in love, work, in the

past becoming the future

found love I lost and

then to last and for a time,

was happy as wife, lover,

mother, teacher, friend.

for a time, as grandmother,

each Monday i gave

to Amelia, who now three,

will go to school full

time for a time before she

too will seek to make

her past the future for a time.

 

for the time being

my name is cassie.

i am a doll.  i was pretty

once, for the time being

i live in a box

in the attic of my friend,

amelia, who, for

a time loved me.  we, lambie,

mr monkey, beet,

the blanket, we stayed close to

amelia, in her

bed, on the couch, in the car,

we even spent the

night in gigi’s big bed at

her house. time passed

amelia, a time being,

grew up. so for the

time being we, all of us

live in a box in

the attic, for the time being.