Do not miss this moment,
The next is not the same;
Each instant is unique
And leaves as quickly as it came.
Now is the time Hope has anticipated,
Planets and History have patiently waited;
Songs have been written and prophets project
But to move in the moment makes cause and effect.
This morning as I sit with pencil in hand,
Night surrenders its hold to the dawn,
Light slides from shadow to form the new day
And the Present moves constantly on.
Living and seeing, being aware,
Thinking and drawing conclusions,
Maintaining balance while constantly changing
Often will lead to confusion.
Back in the moment Sanity sits;
I return to my Center and gather my wits.
I exist in the middle of where things are right now,
Living as fully as time will allow.