How do you know when it’s time to go?
is it just because a Doc says, go home,
and settle your affairs?
Or do you start to see handwriting on the wall
that keeps repeating—the end is near, the end is near.
Predictions are notoriously inaccurate,
like the weatherman who is dead wrong 350,000 times.
Maybe it’s time to remind yourself to live in the present
and make each moment count and live a lived life.
Allow all thoughts about the present or future pass,
and make nowness the only loose end you have to tie up.