Thoughts From the Edge

We stand upon the edge of tomorrow, as time rushes headlong over the falls and yesterday fades moment by moment into obscurity. The future lies forever upstream and the past is bound for mist; all we truly have is now, living upon the precipice, experiencing life as it happens. Do not let anticipation of what the river may bring you, nor the recall of water gone by, take from you the beauty and joy found in the swirling eddies of each passing moment.

upon time's river

memories fade into haze

leaving only now

© 2017 - dustygrein

*** The haibun is one of my favorite oriental poetry styles, as it combines both tightly written prose, and a summary haiku/senryu.