Unwriting the Nonexistent
It’s all newness. It’s all new.
Every letter of this sentence.
Every breath inhaled – what of any of this has happened before?
And is this significant?
Yes. But only when lived as newness.
When newness itself is lived it all gains meaning;
it all has to be new, because nothing is allowed to be old.
And yet our all-too-powerful brains jump to nonexistent past and future times,
all unreal, jumping simply because they can.
Whatever you have to do, make it real,
cause there’s no time but this one – and it’s never happened before.
And as soon as it’s over,
So put that in your pipe and smoke it: