This moment is a deliberate act –
Being breathing undulations of creation
across the warp and weft of the eternal now.

Your inhale drinks from earth’s spring
blossoms and crests in its zenith pause
suspending time as the moment lingers.
My exhale, spending the sun’s light,
folds the radiant bloom into dusk and night
welcomed by solar winds and wintry moons.

Ah! One willful creative act – this moment –
pushes aside the unforgiving past, that spell
woven of slender and fragile threads;
tears at the gauzy gossamer mirage
of illusion and desire, spun as a veil
over what may be, shredded to reveal
the calm and incandescent present.

This moment!
Who will stand at its threshold gaily
waving the starting flag to watch
as it rounds the four corners?
Who will usher it to the finish line
shouting, “Hurrah! Alleluia! Well done!”?
If not me, then the stones and the stars,
birds and brambles, lilies of the field,
river and snow, wind through the trees,
every slivery particle and silvery wave!

Portland, Oregon – July 18, 2019