Now

Not a series of nows, but a now
Beyond the now of time.
A poem on now in the now:
The future and past as one.

There is nothing in now to be done.

These words written now
to the gentle flow of the train
streaming past trees and houses
holding myriad nows of their own.

There is nothing now cannot know

There is no strain in the now.
It is the place where love grows roots,
the eternal flourishing now;
Tao of life without pain.

There is nothing now has to gain.