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Perfect Moment
Life presents with the gift of breath;
Yet too often living disconnected.
Dwelling among the cobwebs of the past,
Or looking to the promise of tomorrow;
Not seeing the very time that is life.
This is presence where breath is drawn.
Learn and grow from the past;
Plan with wisdom for the future;
But never discount the value of presence.
Presence is the actual place in
Which life and spirit meet
In this perfect moment.
Why is it so hard to hold focus;
Why does mind wonder away.
Seeking greener fields, judging reality;
Wanting something different from the gift.
Deciding within what should be,
Then going away from presence to find it.
It is impossible, for past and future are
Simply fabrications of the mind,
Not truly real, no longer the gift.
Align with the greater will;
Awake into the reality of what actually is.
Surrender into this perfect moment.
23Apr12
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