Wonderful world
A poem on accepting this moment out of love.
There is no there Nor here Only you and I and this world. This moment is all I seek, Is all I could have All I could know. No past or future could Deny my love Wrapped In this instant Pouring out about Without a knife On and on This moment goes. Never stops giving -- This existence; With its pain Its joy Its freedom And boundaries. The river rushes past You and I and the world Washed of all sins All virtues, All judgement, All delusions. Does this I ever thank you For all this wonder Does this I ever reject your call Deny your existence? Immersed in this selfish mirage This I is cut-off, Starved of love Living in denial. Break the shell, Sever the root -- Would you please? Let this I float Into your unmoored sea Let it die and rise Bereft of tides Higher than thought Deeper than instinct. Let it exist in symphony Of this world Changing and merging Into life Into you -- I call it love.


"Does this I" caught me up in the best way.