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"My Buddhist teacher used to say: 'Yesterday is past, tomorrow is unknown, now is the knowing'. And Pooh got there first." - D G Moody

“What day is it?” asked Pooh.
“It’s today”, squeaked Piglet.
“My favourite day,” said Pooh.

Days are where we live;
they fly past so fast and
they cannot stay or last,
the days weeks and years,
leaving us always here,

Where we are today, the
door shut on yesterday and
not yet open on tomorrow;
and here is now with every
second, minute and hour;

In the threefold present –
the memory of what is past –
an expectation of the future –
and the actual now which
passes even as it is thought;

And each dying moment
echoed in the ticking clock,
can remind us that today
is all that we can have, and
will be – our favourite day

© D G Moody 2023