Presently
Not a waiting game
Nothing to unfold
Only a space in a name…
Labels for our physical
We must identify
Missing the present
Behind our corporeal lie…
Weaving the fabric
Missing what’s beyond
Figuring and factoring
We lead ourselves on…
Trueness is missed
Our need for a need
Silence dismissed
Our presence is greed…
Most can’t escape
Many have not a clue…
Removal of mind
= presence of you