Past, present and future

 

Into the new year I slide

Brave and strong but torn inside

All is well and all shall be well

The mantra I chant as I dwell

Into the uncertain, misty eyed

The truth is that some in me died

And so renew, refresh, forward I go

Rising from the depth of the weight

Past, present and future, I know

I shall be patient, I'll wait

The rituals begin, the resolutions start

The riddance, the gracious art

Of recognizing what serves me now,

and what not, which and how

...

And the cycle continues as before

Now and more, ever after

what is coming is like an encore,

only rich of knowns, and deja-vu

and terrible boredom of events past

melting into now, feeling stuck

in a garbage pool of cynicism 

present times recycled crap

presented as something original,

yet regurgitated and thrown

in cyber winds of un-change

The truth is that instead of fighting

I surrender, and remain here

In my capsule, with my own thoughts

My wisdom is sacred and it is my own

I bow in gratitude, to my self

And my past teachers

I am here, now

No need for answers, or debates, or quotes

just being, just living

Watching the past, the present and future

Like I watch the Sun and the Moon and the winds in the sky

Just me, with my heart and and third eye