This moment is gone,
Before it came,
Back to where;
It came from.
Like many others,
Before it,
Like many others,
That follow;
This moment,
Is finite.

What you can make,
This moment into;
And all the moments
To follow;
Has no connection,
With what you were;
Able or unable,
To do with,
All the moments;
That have gone by.

This moment is free,
From any judgement,
Of the future;
And all baggage
Of the past.
This moment just is;
And what you do
In this moment,
Is a power
Only you command.

© Jay Kaushal

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