When I look at the future pasts
and the past futures
as perspectives,
I get a different take from the now.
What I want from a sense of future,
knowing this,
is not high experiences,
but a continuance of an undertow
in this ongoing now,
that is momentous
in the ever-change
yet without events that upstage,
without emotional freeze-frames
as the anchors,
nothing notationally significant
but yet an ever-breeze of expansion
and inclusion and embrace,
as always like the secret partner
in a billowing sail,
as always like
the undisclosed orchestrator
of a growing forest,
as always the buoyancy of laughter
well after the impetus is forgotten.
What I take from the now
does not have a life of depiction,
yields as a show of strength,
creatively surrenders
to cohesively include the ongoing,
sees elegant apertures
of permission openings
from everything that is in motion,
conveys soothing
before particulars sensorially present,
has gaze-assisted sight
of and through everything noted.
The future past will come on to me.
Its arrival is, in all ways, imminent
as well as eminent
and I may find it as impressive.
But as the future past is a perspective,
I am better conditioned
to accept that view
then ever to occupy it
as the present.
We have so many handles
of experiential engagement
for future and past
but so little intimate immediacy
for being in the now.
For a then, as the past future,
it will constantly remind me
as with an audience appeal.
In an “A” to “B” mindset world,
all of this could be or was fine.
The future past is like,
“I meant to swim in the now
yet I only made the effort to row”.
But in the now,
this here, now,
not the future past
nor the past future,
if the immersion is minimal
and conclusions abide,
those conclusions are there
only floating your boat!
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