Living in the Moment?

This is a small attempt to compile and expand some thoughts. This post is one of a few I might share in the future randomly. But poetry will still flow. Thank you for your time. 🙇

People talk about living in the moment. But if you come to think of it, you can only live in the moment and that's it. Neither can you live in the past moment, nor in a future moment. 

You can think about the past or future, but that can only happen in this moment. No other moment. 

So I guess what people who say to 'live in the moment'  are trying to get is that you experience each moment, completely. 

Question comes, how do you do it?

It is no rocket science if you come to think of it. You just need to live each moment, consciously.  :) 

Take me away

Take me away,
Take me away,
From this body of mine,
From this mind of mine.

The more I am with them,
It seems like going deeper in a mine.
If only I was in the dark end of this mine,
But oh, this mine is lit up!

Shut the lights, mute the sounds!
Take away my senses of smell touch and taste!
All these have been a complete waste!
They just create more duality,
When the truth is just one singularity.

Oh please my Master!
I beg of you with all I have,
Take me away!
Oh please!
Take me away!
Now.

Bit by Bit

Bit by bit I lose myself.
Bit by bit, I dissociate.
I dissociate with what was me,
then became mine.
Now yours.

Oh why do you tease?
With the next breeze,
Take me away. Completely.

Why this separation?
You see me as yourself.
When will I be able to see myself?

Hear my call!
Let me dissolve.
Let me disappear.
And become nothing.
Completely.

My life, my movie.

One early 1987 morning,
I came out of the most secure place,
And started witnessing this movie called life.
I was always the protagonist. My life, my movie.
Over the almost 270K hours of this short film,
I met, saw, heard, touched, smelt, countless beings and non-beings.
Each leaving a part of them with me,
And taking away a part of me.
Sometimes big, sometimes small.

Now that I gaze at the person I see in the mirror,
All I see is a lump of energy I have gathered.

Below all this is the real, true myself, I have never met.
Some who have met themselves say,
When you do, everything becomes you.
You become everything.
and there is just, onesness.

I have a feeling, I maybe on a bus,
Taking me to that final stop of mine.
How long will it take, I don't know.
Maybe when now is the only moment left.

Till then I keep looking out of the window,
Enjoying every moment of this ride,
One moment at a time.

Let's Make No Plans

Let's make no plans,
Let's just watch the world go by.

Sitting at the shore,
As we see the sea breath,
This gust of wind,
I wonder what message it brings?
That guitarist, what does he sing?

Who cares about all of this?
Life is beautiful when we are together.

You then ask,
"what do you want to do?"

And I say,
Let's make no plans.
Let's just watch the world go by.
And maybe one day,
dissolve in it's oneness.
Completely.

My Mobile Phone and it's Charger

I once had a mobile phone.
It looked like it was the coolest one.
But I know how I used it.

Constantly on it, doing something.
The only time I left it were,
when I was asleep or when,
it was being charged.
Sometimes not even then.

Then one day, the software crashed.
Nothing was backed up.
So all the data was lost.

Then one day I was given this phone.
I hadn't ever used it.
But thought I'd give it a go.

It turned out to be the best one!
Literally the best I ever had!
There was only one problem though.
Well, there is always a but.

I didn't have my own charger.

On borrowed chargers,
it was always running,
but on constant low battery,
and the fear of it turning off.

Then one day, I went shopping.
And randomly entered this shop.
There I found so many things!
I became curiously excited like a child!!!

I took my phone out to take a photo,
And what I see astonished me.

My phone's battery level had gone up!
Drastically.
That meant there is a charger in this shop!
But where is it?!?!
Let me ask the owner...

It.

I fell in love something,
I call it a feeling.
Or maybe a sensation?
A sensational feeling?
Who knows!
I just know when I feel it,
Or whenever I sense it,
The ignition is external,
But the feeling is internal.
Somewhere, deep, inside.
How I wish one day,
the ignition is internal.
And then who knows,
In the process,
I become it.