My lifetime is now.
Tomorrow is mine
only if it becomes my today.
Why burden my heart
with the weight of a day not yet given?
I live in 'now',
where the sun spills gold upon my hands,
where the breath I take
is the only certainty I hold.
My lifetime is now—
not scattered across unseen dawns,
not lost in the echoes of yesterday,
but cradled in this moment,
this sacred, fleeting moment.
So I weave my today with care—
let it be great,
let it be peaceful,
let it brim with love that softens stone,
with empathy that listens before it speaks,
with wisdom that sees through the wall,
with knowledge that clears fog of doubt,
with enlightenment that dissolves all illusion.
For if I make my today radiant,
every tomorrow that follows
will rise in its light.
MyKoul
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