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In my Now, everything is historical
Yesterday is a done deal, finished
there is no going back.
I can reflect on it,
I can remember my feelings
my thoughts, my actions
I can wallow in it
savor it…I can make it
more of my today than
what might give my today
a chance to be what it has
the possibility to be.
and… yesterday is history
it’s a done deal, bye bye,
it may linger.
it may nag at my mind.
It may try to hang on to my attachments
it may do whatever I think it might
I can’t take back what I gave yesterday
what I said, what I did, how I felt.
yesterday has all that and then some
yesterday is history
it’s a done deal, bye bye.
Which isn’t to forget, that yesterday
had it’s gifts, it pleasures, it conflict.
All my yesterdays carry all of me
in the wave, the wind, the passion of life.
I didn’t lose any of that.
I didn’t lose myself in yesterday
and I can explore right now
as it is… a new now, a moment
in today.
just that yesterday is gone,
a done deal, see ya later, bye bye.
and right now,I get to do what
I did 24 hours ago.
Write about yesterday, and
the bye bye of it
the see ya later to it
and give yesterday a farewell
20 august 2011 > 14/5 > Art/alchemy/Hierophant
How might you play with your imagination?
What is it to be spiritual?
Is there something that you desire to learn and have been putting it off?
Today I start a flash fiction writing contest with many other people. I must write a very short story, no more than 1,000 words. I have been given a genre, a place, and an object to place in the story. I have until midnight, Sunday, to finish it and send it out to them.
They have given me… Historical Fiction to happen in an ice cream shop, and a fax machine.
The fax machine throws me right off. I’ll figure it out. I mean, how far back do ‘fax’ machines go? mmmmmmmm
