Music, Words, and Yoga

Zachary Hitchcock- The Artist, Yogi, and Philosopher

Forever Now

Who are you that hold
Such keys to the meaning of life?
Does it amuse you to look upon such strife?
Can it be that you are afraid?
Upon a pea
There lies a pod
Balancing high upon a blade of grass.
Does the poet fall upon the broken glass?
Do soldiers die for the price of gas?
Are we to find meaning
In our hopeless past.
Where we learned that fools and murderers conducted mass
To the weak,
To the wicked,
To the holier than thou.
To the begger goes the spoils.
The Sacred Cow.
Did we learn a madman
Captivates us even now?
As we teeter on destruction
In the forever, now.
The forever now?
The forever now…
The Forever Now

 
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