The Present, Alone
A short poem on presence, change, and the one path that's yours
One way in
One way out
for each.
No other path
than the unique one
we’re one.
Corners to take,
turns to make–
always changing,
shifting, growing,
never stagnating.
The body leads the way–
cells releasing,
experiencing, refreshing.
This is the way of life.
The past complete,
the future unknown,
the present, alone,
is ours.
Journaling Prompts
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I release…
I’m turning the corner of…
The present alone is mine, therefore, I…
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