pure love

yes, everything

every moment is a meditation

noticing

a love affair with the self

pure love,
when you are not afraid,
or when you are,
and you watch it

let this dance,
this blown up
ruffled skirt
waltzing all around the room,
the fire in her breast,
steam train!

just watch her sparks
flying in the night air,
the smoke,
the fuming
watch her shoveling coal to fuel the fire
and fan the flames!

like the fireworks show
we look forward to,
going with family and friends
to ooh and ahhhhh

this visitor
in this moment
is for you

can you offer her the common courtesy
of listening to what she has to say?

of feeling her grasping hands
on your heart?

her grabbiness for your attention?
her gasping for air,
her last breath,
desperate to live
and afraid to die...

place but your  hand on her heart,
feel how hard it is working to survive

feel the gush,
the rush of rapids
coursing through her body

just watch,
and feel it,
until it ebbs
and slows
and finally the calm
resumes

serenity always there,
at ground level

a storm is never constant
though it will tell you it is

just notice

the pure peace
in which those words are heard

dimensionless
unchanging
ever present
limitless

yes, every moment
is a meditation...