I Love This Moment

Is my new favorite

Five finger mantra

Which lets me know that

I must be alive

It never gets old

Every time I say

I love this moment

Everything has changed

Every little tiny thing

Is in a different place

Likewise linear time

Has followed its arrow





It started off by catching

Myself, when I’m aware

That I am angry, which is

Juxtaposed with love

Therein lies the breakthrough

By immediately becoming

Aware of my agitation

I love this moment

Can instantly change it

I love this moment

With optimism and foresight

To anything else, even if

I have to rerepeat it

I love this moment

I love this moment

I love this moment

The awareness brings change

Love puts me in control

For I could also say

I hate this moment

But in a brief trial

That aligns with being a

Victim of circumstances

Reinforcing victimhood

Which suggests something

Outside of me is responsible

For my happiness or peace

The aforesaid is never the case

For it focuses on the now

That is so incredibly brief



Brief doesn’t even begin to

Describe the infinitesimally short

Fractional tiny minute moment

In which absolutely everything

Has moved instantaneously

Always in all ways from each

Individual molecules moving

Within the collective, whatever

To the thing itself moving

Changing adapting evolving

Creating, decaying, entropying



Oddly enough, for that “brief” moment

I become immersed in time itself

While nothing actually “stops”

I love this moment

Puts me in touch with infinity




An oldie, but a goody.


“Give you an example, there’s a moment coming, it’s not here yet, it’s still on the way, it’s in the future, it hasn’t arrived, here it comes, here it is, oh, shit, it’s gone.

There’s no now, there’s no now, everything is the near future or the recent past. But, there’s no present. Welcome to the present, whoosh, gone again. It’s just so imprecise.”

– George Carlin