The Power of Now

Oh, how I begrudge this mosquito
its drop of sacrificial blood.
Resistance is futile, and stirs the flow
nonstop fear, that ancient come-hither.

Dark hungry sides respond, require
reclamation, resolution, revolution.
Kindwhile the narrative shifts just
a second late, clumsy with the jolt

surprised AI receives when love
shines as pure and simple change.
In play, this four-year-old inspires
me to live in the light, accessing

knowledge with ease as the collective
libraries release secrets written deep
inside ourselves. Afar, the windbag spouting
fairytales laced with dopamine bursts

loses luster in the crystalline
truth. I open new eyes
and everything is rainbow, rainbow,
rainbow! My creation in this lovely

place speaks fierce kindness
judges not and listens, silent, alight.
I come at the great awakening.
I am here from choice and divine

guidance. There are words only I
can sing and steps I alone can take.
This world is mine, I claim and vow
to wake with joy and delight and

awash in intentions aimed
for the highest
trajectory, beyond
any tale ever told.

Inspired by: Futile, Inspire, Begrudge and Windbag.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

2 thoughts on “The Power of Now”

  1. This was so inspiringnand uplifting to read! I love that the four year old’s presence helps you to see through new eyes. Spending time with children is very life-affirming – their wonder is so contagious! I love the rise, in your closing stanzas, which lifted my tired old heart.

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