Advaita Poetry

The Never

Live in the now, they say.

But what is now?

This second?

This centisecond?

This millisecond?

This nanosecond?

This picosecond?

This femtosecond?

This attosecond?

This zeptosecond?

This yactoseond?

No, the now can't be pinned down,

because time doesn't exist.

And if time doesn't exist,

how can anyone live in it?