Tao of Now

Now is the past

For all things pass,

Memories shape

The present tense,

Tight wound clock springs

Tells us the Tao,

The past is never dead

Till now!

But a mere moment, ever fast,

Welcome there!

To our living past,

Lasting presence

Impressions quake,

Be dead or alive,

Both of fate,

Hand in hand,

More than we can make,

The living

Leave behind their wake,

Their future stare

Through antique eyes,

Yet sentiments are living ties;

Just now,

We’ve witnessed my passing,

But I’m alive,

Well and seeking,

 In the making,

Glimpse progression,

Tao of now –

My sweet transgression.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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