Eternally, End Of Poem
The scent of earth arises alive and ancient. You breathe and it feels like beginning again. This is the renewal.
In a moment a tremor inside you wordless and bright. No fast clinging. No path laid out.
Just this pulse. And knowing a yes. Deep and clear.
This is your life calling. No before. No after.
Just this spark. This kiss of light. Untrembling now.
The laugh of a child. The warmth of bread. The hush of dusk.
The hand that stays. The breath you didn't know you were holding. This is a miracle.
This is life. Lived not in years, but in moments that blaze and vanish like stars. Feel it.
Praise it. Live it. Here.
Now. Always. Boom.
That's beautiful, Sue. I'm not sure what was in the background, but that was kind of cool, too. Are you at a park, or? It was kind of cute.
It's this chihuahua. It's this chihuahua snoring like that, so don't ask me why it's so loud, but yes. I thought it was a duck.
I'm sorry. That was beautiful. Thank you very much.
For wonders. Yeah, so I actually was writing a poem a little earlier, much shorter than blues, but if I may, Sue, I'll read it now in honor of Juan's birthday, which I didn't attend yesterday, if I may. Absolutely.
And it's DJ's birthday, too, by the way. Yes, so I know it's DJ's birthday, too, but I missed Juan's birthday, and I'm at DJ's birthday, so I got to, like, say this poem to Juan for my favorite Juan's. So, yeah, here it goes.
If this moment is the last in time, if time exists, then it is the best moment ever, recorded in the now, in the depth of the oneness, eternally, end of poem. Very short. Thank you.
