Living In Bliss

Past life is but a memory,
Hours flying past now gone,
Like transitory dreams given o’er,
Whose images are kept in store,
Not but visions left untold,
All to come is not,
How can I make it be mine,
These present moment’s of import,
Too fast gone as if never got,
Present be our holiest era.
Then talk of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows,
Hold to the miracle of what can be,
This very minute true for thee,
‘Tis all that Creation allows…

easy…

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