Tomorrow is a game. The mind loves to play it.
Yesterday is an old newspaper. The mind loves to read it.
Now is simply now. The mind has no place in the living presence of the present moment, now, now, now.
Empty of past and future, it is nothing.
If we simply allow those times, places, memories and imaginings to drop away, what is left?
Only now, now, now.
words : Bhagavati
image : Grzegorz Mleczek