Now Is History

Stories of today will one day be revered, like the Renaissance.

Our bones will be dug up like fossils, evidence of a once-upon-a-time.

But does today feel like such a moment?

Does today feel like history worth looking back on

in amazement… or curiosity?

In some way, we all were,

and are in the isness of reality.

We’re planting seeds of history,

moments we have truly lived.

Moments that unfold with a sense of normality,

as our minds hold on to patterns,

building familiarity,

and stripping what is

into what is already known,

into what feels not so special.

Yet this moment will be revered,

and holds as much weight as the next breath.

Is this moment that precious?

Is our time, my time, that precious?

In some sense, yes — and truly no.

This moment

is precious,

simple,

and completely normal,

because we are in it,

living it,

experiencing the weight of life,

breathing and feeling.

Being met with the challenges our predecessors

have met in their own time.

Faced with the same sense of normality

I now wrestle with

and effortlessly understand

as I explore the very fabric of who I am,

what I am,

and why I am the way I am.

I sit here, playing with time,

exploring its finite expression

as it fades into the past with each unfolding,

becoming future,

becoming history.

Yes,

Now surely is history.

Now surely is the future.

–

All unfolding so rapidly

with a sense of continuity

that dilutes the magnitude of our actions

in this very moment,

that is both special

and also not that special.

–

Every breathing thing playing its part.

The rocks, mother earth’s wave of the ocean.

The air, moving without direction.

Gravity keeping our feet on the ground effortlessly,

while devastatingly, bombs drop in Iran.

Now surely is history,

in my lavender room,

in the comfort of solitude,

and silence.

As I explore my consciousness,

my breath,

and humanity.

Writing from a place unknown to me,

yet so familiar, so raw, and so true.

The depth of my being,

the depth of my knowledge, perception,

and understanding of what all this is.

A perspective that feels so pure now,

and will take another form tomorrow,

or when life reveals its depth and paradox

to me with a level of curiosity

worth putting into words.

Now surely is history.

I am

history, now and future.

This writing

is

history, now and future.

Just like the Renaissance.