The Window Seat

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Future comes when it comes.
Future comes when it comes.
Future comes when it comes.
Future comes when it comes.
Future comes when it comes.


Detaching from the future
making my way into now
while my claws are tightly on
the future I desire
the future I fear
the future I worry about
the grip of the now
is pulling me back
softly but strongly
to the present moment I’m sitting in
small shift in my mind
breaks the tie between the two
and lets the now bring me back
to the present where I’m safe.

I can see the future slipping away,
drifting 
further and further from me
to where it’s supposed to be
and I‘m being pulled back to my anchor
settled into a seat shaped like a wooden hand
and it’s softer than the clouds
but more grounded than 
my healing place up in the sky.

Roots and branches and leaves
start hugging me down
hugging me back
hugging me around.
I can feel them wrapping around
my earthly body
so loving and so soft
grounding my mind
back to the now.

“Future comes when it comes”
everything says
like the whole universe is chanting for me
and it gets louder at each time
“Future comes when it comes
      and until it does
 You are safe in the now.”

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