Poem : Practice

Practice

The here and now
just isn’t always
here and now
but now and then
it’s there and then,

and that’s when thoughts
of then and when
become the rending
oxygen
of which we yen,

until the Zen
of here and now
again can lend
the transcendental
apprehension

it’s always been
that never-ending
regimen
right here right now
in one godsend.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittered same day