A life is made up all of one day. Yes marches mark progress Yes production fulfills the need Yes mastery commands reverence Yes momentum carries through Yet, to do now is never just to do again.
Each mile residing within a step Each mouth returning ever hungry Each skill softening with complacence, Each tradition, bearing the gravity of necessity, Knows no other day than the one that is.
Suffused with illusions of past, Surrounded by potent futures, We live only in our moment. And all steps labors practices habits Live there only, with us.
Retrace your paths Refine your methods Realize your efforts Refract your reasons Remain alert to action by but not of you.
And remember, A life is made up all of one day. This day begun must end again and again So relinquish not to the will-bes of eternity But fill now with the you that is all of you.