Today I feel it. Presence.

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The radical being in the ether of existence.

Melting, flowing, surrendering.

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The softness of the body, rolling

from my breasts to my belly. Free.

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The warmth of a sunny day, heating

my stiff bones up after a long winter.

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The remembrance of what is.

Only here, reality. Nowhere to go. Just be.

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We are always rushing,

trapped in the self that doesn't exist.

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A construction of our own mind. 

Memories, essences that are past

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But here, now, today. The paper agains my hand.

There is peace, openness, being.

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The ego, hiding in my head, is waiting,

like a tiger hoping for prey.

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But here, now, today. The emptiness feels full.

My heart beats slowly. Alive.