The subtle
dream
of reality
is nothing
but a dream–
in words,
in thoughts,
in praises
and deeds–
but when all is quiet,
all the music
turned off,
there is still
a gentle hum,
the remains of reality
drifting peacefully
in, “Now.”
October 30, 2015
Now
Published by reachingjoythree
writer, New Yorker View more posts
Reaching Joy 
Thank you so much!
Thank you 🙂
Lovely poem, appreciating the gentle hum of here and now…
This is very beautiful.
you are welcome:)
Indeed. Thanks for the comment 🙂
now is where it is at…nothing else really matters….beautifully said 🙂