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Sunday, Easter Sunday To Be Specific (before the setting of the moon) / Domingo de Pascoa ao luar das suas (das Suas) primeiras horas

 

 

 

My hand whisking across the horizon

changing its colour

wet

with each breath I have ever taken

dripping unuttered words from every finger

each drop a soliloquy of untangled thoughts

hair in the wind

muttering silences as I stop

Who’s there?

Your tomorrows

All my tomorrows?

Yes.

Those that live in each step

as you run in and out of each moment’s past.

And the present?

It is a moment that is not surrendered.

(yet)

Why?

Because it is unfathomable.

You can think of the past and the future

but not the present. It is unfathomable.

Within it lie all pasts and possible futures,

and all your living selves that are not always familiar with each other.

You feel you know you exist when each present moment is here, not “there”

and though you feel answers may lie “there” it is here you answer, not there

– and since you know not not ALL the THEREs

you feel the predicament of the present,

each fathomless,

present

instant.

It is the only moment you actually feel when you pinch yourself,

no other,

and you can not bargain what through the grace of existence you do not know.

But that doesn’t mean the present isn’t Whole, it is, Your’s (and Mine) is a fractal of present existance, thus ‘unbargainable’, and That

is the beauty of each fraction of existence, of each present.

It is the present of the Present, and the burden which is also

a present.

 

It presents itself

 

 

Unfathomable.

(and the more you fathom

the more you know you don’t,

and the more you know you don’t,

the greater the – Present (present) (presence) (presents) …….)

 

© Guida Almeida

técnica mista s/tela ©

 

 

 

Wishing everyone the best of Holidays – Happy Easter

G.

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