“Buds of New Universes” Photo by Author Jenny Lane

I Become this Nowism: Reflections Upon the Day of my Birth

The buds beginning again. Their own little universes of life upon the tree being of destiny. A bird chirps so loudly it distracts any words, as if on my shoulder this morning. It flies off into the day. So shall I too.

Making my time to rest in between the flutter.

Peace moments.