Present…..  Only this moment exists.  There is nothing else.  The last moment is gone, never to be retrieved.  The next moment is forever in the future, never to be known.  Only this moment, right here and right now matters.  Only this moment right here and right now exists … ever.  There is never any other moment than this one, this one, this one.

I let go.  I scream.  I feel the motion of the moment.  There is nowhere to stand.  There is nowhere to run.  There is nowhere to hide.  There is only here.  There is only now.  I fold within, returning to the past, stretching for the future, but it’s too late, because I already know.  Within there is only illusion.  Without is the truth.  I am without.  I am here and now, even if I choose to believe in the illusion of then.

Silence.  Peace.  Stillness.  Acceptance.  Expansiveness.  There is nothing to release and there never was.  There has only ever been now and, now, I am now, here I am here.  I am.

Who am I, here and now?  I am infinity.  I am everywhere.  Nothing else is possible as this moment is all that exists.  I am the feather on the wind.  In each moment I rest lightly in what is, not clinging to what was and not reaching for what will be.  Floating.  Allowing.  Being.  Always in motion and always still.
 
Some beg me to define who I am by where I have been.  Some beg me to remain who I have been.  Some beg me to define who I am by where I am going.  Others treat me as though I am already there and, in truth, I am here and now, always here and now.  Still, there is only me, here and now, there is no other.  What was is gone and what is to be is not yet.  So, here I am.  Bare … exposed for you to witness.  Can you accept me?  The simplicity of who I am, in the moment, is in direct conflict to the complexity offered by then and there.

With our intention we can build false roads to allow ourselves the illusion of consistency or the illusion of mercurial.  What happens when we fully embrace the intention to simply be … to truly just be … to simply allow our lives to unfold without clinging to any illusion of control.  What happens when we release the idea that we are or ever have been anything less than love? 

I dream of love.  I dream I am the feather of truth on the wind.  I dream I am the droplet of life in the stream.  I dream I am the molecule of hope in your breath.

My truth?  I am.

Reminded of the beauty in the dark,
I return to the truth within my art.
My words are here to show what is often missed,
A snap of the synapses, the anger behind a kiss.

Why judge the depths of what I write?
Why try to hide within laughter and light?
The shadows have so much more to reveal.
Deep explorations offer more to heal.

An observer may mistake, within my art,
a tortured soul, plagued with a heavy heart.
Yet they but through a tiny window view
a mirror of their own virtue.

Welcome to the depths of what I think.
Careful of the images we paint.
For truth be told we only see ourselves
in all the books which rest upon our shelves.

When you stop considering what this means of me
and fully embrace synchronicity,
You glimpse into the shadows of who you are
and find more fulfilling answers, by far.

Sunny days and starry nights,
I dreamt of these I might write.
Yet when the grass appeared green,
I felt no need to dance and sing.

Only when I felt distressed,
did I within my words seek rest.
Jazz, blues and soulful tunes
lifted my thoughts and then my moods.

Today, this paradigm, I release.
I write about embracing peace.
Letting go of illusion, now,
breathe deep with furrowless brow.

I feel my wings spread open wide.
From my seat I lift and glide.
Half smile upon my face,
I laugh and feel no disgrace.

At one with all the earth and sky,
I feel each moment happen by.
Beauty in the here and now,
centered, clearly in the Tao.

Many years ago, I was viewing a museum installation and came upon a piece which fascinated me for hours.  It was quite simple and yet incredibly dynamic, all at once. 

In the middle of a room which was held in darkness, there was a faucet that was dripping ever so slowly.  A light was focused in on the end of the faucet.  A camera was focused in on the same spot and the resulting image was projected on the wall so that the image could be seen several times larger than life.  Finally, a sensitive microphone was placed where the drop of water would enter the pool below.  The effect was almost like a deprivation chamber, sitting in there with the incredibly slow dripping water, engulfed in moments of silence as the drop of water began to form, ever so slowly, becoming more and more pregnant in a smooth, elegant stage of growth until, just before falling, it would begin to tremble and its trembling would increase to a frantic pace before it would finally release into it's fate, dropping with a beautiful, resonating announcement, which filled the room with its echo, into the pool of its likeness, creating a ripple across the surface and finally becoming one, in a quiet stillness, with the pool.

Grow, impregnate yourself with wisdom and continue dropping into the next pool of likeness.

I used to fear the power of my words.
I used to think being a catalyst was cruel.
Now, I witness the joy that follows cleansing change
....and I fear no more.

I used to fear the power of my words.
I used the think being the object of fear was painful.
Now, I remember I once feared God too
....and I fear no more.

I used to fear the power of my words.
I used to think I had control of other’s reactions.
Now, I understand control is an illusion and God is flow
....and I fear no more.

I used to fear the power of my words.
I used to think they came from within me.
Now, I understand they flow through me
....and I fear no more.

I am grateful to be a catalyst ...
An earthquake of revelation ...
A soothe sayer ...
I am grateful to be a vessel for God’s Word.

Touched.
For the briefest moment,
something in you reaches deep within me and brushes lightly against that which only I know.

Did you sense it,
while you were there?
Did you experience the profundity of the moment with me?

Shock.
Yes, I dared.  You looked scared.
I reached a point, I saw the sign.  I tried to stop and something compelled me further until you cringed away.

I knew I had arrived.
Is it so bad to have me inside?
I know you are afraid I’ll judge.  I am thrilled ... just having fun.

Silence.
Deep breathe and sigh.
We discover within each other’s eyes the endless truth of who we are and share beyond days gone by.

Now we know it.
There is no end to that which begins.

A momentous day was the day you were born.
Not a single angel sounded a horn.
Still the heavens poured upon us,
as the angels sang in chorus,
knowing only pure voice would grant
joy equal your cosmic advent.

A powerful soul began a journey of lesson,
a choice made with courage and sealed with a blessing.
Elders accept the gift bestowed,
the most precious debt one can owe -
a promise to learn more than taught,
letting child be what the soul sought.

Many will tell you what’s right and what’s wrong,
but always remember the angels’ song.
You are a tremendous blessing
bearing a unique song to sing.
Only you can find the right way
to shine your innate light each day.

Intuition will guide you through times easy and tough.
Know yours is strong, it is always enough.
In peaceful moments with yourself,
is when you’ll find your inner wealth.
There, you will find revelation,
all you ever needed, you had at conception.

Welcome to your journey.  My love for you is made new every moment.