Why,
be you,
alive?
Why,
be this,
breathing being?
Why,
seek not,
to cease?
For,
time be not,
within mind.
Be not,
actual.
Be not,
that which,
human entities,
shall ever define.
Such,
is only,
now.
Only,
this constant unfolding.
This,
mystical eternity.
This,
infinite perplexity.
Oh,
wish I to be,
such.
To be,
this mystical second.
Wish,
I to be,
present.
For,
gift be,
tethered to one's breath.
One's,
consciousness.
Be not,
the organism.
Be not,
alive.
Be only,
this consciousness.
Be only,
now...
©yungb123
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