Phucto Morrow Poem by Chuy Amante
Phucto Morrow
No guarantees here
what is, is, NOW
yesterwhine is gone
tomorrowhine is not real
that which I dance with
is a splendid dream,3D
and fully palpable
now is the time
for love
GIVE, Live, love
don't save it for later, nor
for the amazing of more,
it will grow cold and sour.
NOW give, now LOVE,
this is living
in perfection
fearlessly
as the Masters taught
and lived
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