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Right Now, Right Here
By Jane Tawel
January 2, 2025
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So full of grief for moments past
So anxious for next moment
So bitter that this life won’t last
So rife with pain and mindless foment.
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I wander blindly, thought to thought
Not seeing, hearing, tasting.
I miss what Is for what is Not
While precious Nows go wasting.
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This morning as I woke — my dream
did linger in my consciousness
And for a moment, it did seem
I could escape this awful mess
of all the negativity that I allowed to fester,
and so, I set my mind to be an open-minded quester.
I realized what I called my life,
was really just a reverie,
but I had wasted so much time
in future fears and burdening memory.
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I vowed this day to change the way
that I would think, and act, and live in
this precious moment — just that — no more.
No future fears — the past forgiven.
This Now, I will embrace, explore
with senses full, mean thoughts all emptied,
and previous ghosts of hopeless frenzy
I banish now from my True Being.
I’ll breathe. Take steps. True Self. Vast. Freeing.
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As Shakespeare said: “Life’s what we’re dreaming.”
The Wise One said: “All comes in season.
As Jesus said, “No need to worry.”
And Buddha said, “Please stop your hurry.”
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Hello, sweet Now,
I greet You anew.
The Whys and Hows,
I’ll leave to You.
My life is just Right Now, Right Here —
This moment, — Precious, Treasured, Dear.
I open to the glory of
My Self as just a story of
a birth, a life, a death — and then?
One moment more — I wake — reborn again.
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© Jane Tawel, 2025