Now is not time

to a friend who said, You talk about Now More often in your writings but Now passes quickly even before you finish a poem ----- and it is not now any more. What do you say to this? Now is not time It is aliveness. It is eternity. It is the ocean of ever-unfolding music. So many things come and go emotions come and go pain comes and go pleasure comes and go thought come and go. In fact Now is the only gift that never passes, the only thing now is real, eternal generosity of life itself.