Dying Poem by Richard Hinz

Every moment is dying
To the past
In the same breath it is rising
In favour of what we are summoned
To be
Crumbling back into the dust
From which it was formed
Out of the past
And resetting itself into this moment
The pain of all that is maturing
Needs to leave behind the old
The unknowing in the moment
Is discovered in the day
Oh how do we find our way
When we are drifting
From one day to the next
In a simple kind of ecstasy
The more fully the past is abandoned
When reality truly dawns
Decay will remove the super structures
That we mistaken for reality
Instead of grasping for more
Can we bask in what is less
If our feet are ever meant
To truly touch this ground.