There it is, that place called “Now;”
I look at it and wonder how
I missed it over all these years,
distracted by my own minds fears.
I should have known it was the truth;
I glimpsed it once back in my youth.
But then distraction ruled the day;
life was all about the play.
Now days I sit, matured, aged;
by my fears I am oft caged.
Breaking free an arduous task
unless in Mindfulness I bask,
then if the Now becomes my home
I know my mind can freely roam
to find the treasures that I miss
And spend more time in gentle bliss.
a foolhardy florilegium 
Lovely and so true 🙂