Tomorrow Is Today Is Yesterday

Our Nows are never alone
They arrive dressed…
In the dusty echoes of Then
And the fragrant whispers of Next

Each breath we take
Is a chord strung between
What was 
And what will be

The Past tugging gently from behind
The Future waiting with open arms
And Now, the ever functioning fulcrum 
Inserted as balance for what was, and is, and is to come

What we call Today
Is just a brief meeting place
A quiet, lingering hum
Beneath our stilling steps

Where Yesterday’s choices
And Tomorrow’s hopes and promises 
Converge and shake hands
Collide and sometimes dance

To understand History,
We must feel the rhythm 
Of this meeting; 
This methodical play

History is not a relic
It is a pulse that beats
Beneath our blood warmed skin
In every fiber of our molecules

It is a river 
That remembers its source
Even as it flows…
Toward its ocean of eternity

For every Then
Once felt as Now
And every Now
Soon fades into Then

What we remember
Becomes who we are
And who we are
Decides what will be remembered

This loop, it never breaks
It only deepens…
As Tomorrow leans forward
Listening for the sound of our becoming

So when I say
Tomorrow Is Today Is Yesterday
I dare not speak in riddles
But acknowledge the holy continuity of living

Listen…
The Past is still speaking
The Future is still waiting
And Now is ever watching, and doing, and being

And Here
In this trembling instant
Where each moment
Folds, inevitably, into the next

A single, unbroken sentence
Written by Time itself
We stand: Here and Now
The bridge between the Two

What we do Today
Does not end Here
It ripples backward to redeem Yesterday
And forward to define Tomorrow