We never reach tomorrow whilst standing still.
At the threshold of our ceaseless becoming,
we dwell in the in-between space to fulfil…
our insatiable expectations that sting,
like fire on our thin skins…to refine our will.
To keep hope and beauty at the edge - clinging.
Living at the leading edge of tomorrow.
We die a little in yesterday’s sorrow.
The Edge of Tomorrow (2/10/2017) in Planetary Shifts, a poetic journey through post-normal times.
Inspired by my meditation practice of dwelling in a state of awareness without future expectations.
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