Poetry of the Present Moment, Part 2

The present moment has soft edges.
It can’t be rigidly defined.

It is not measured as a second or even a millisecond.
It can’t be measured.

You can’t grasp it or hold on to it.
It is always passing by and yet it is always with you.

See "Poetry of the Present Moment" from January 2014

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