Heart of the Moment
I become mindful of my present self
Here in the present moment
Of all that is.
I am not all of one being—
Not soft and sure of all I do,
Not wrapped in the knowing grace of soul visions.
Instead, I am slivered and unsure,
Stepping carefully upon the open heart
Of earth mother, into the open mouth
Of moaning wind.
Waiting, watching, breathing
It all into the cauldron within me,
Into the stew of felt impressions,
Mistaken words, mis-thought images,
I swirl the spoon with each step,
Heart of the moment,
Be in the heart of the moment.
Savor it now, not when.
Let the swirl of emotions come to rest
In the heart of the moment,
Savor the sweet and bitter blend
Of life as it curls within me,
Enough for the moment.
Come to be still.
Come to be.