Now

Soaring high
above the plains of sorrow
my soul rises to greet
another day
     another blessed moment
I am jarred toward reality
and welcome the light
shed on me in the
    bright, sumptuous morning
of the moment.
Each moment
cleanses my soul
awakens my heart
and lightens my mind.
The past is not
but a figment,
an imaginary groan
it is vapor in the wind.
As the future is
safely hidden in
the dreams of something
better.
But, too, is
    but whispers and moans.
All that is
is now.
A coalescing of energies
a meeting of souls
and we touch each moment
with new eyes
and we are aware.
We are.
We exist in the now,
breathing and releasing.
We exist.
We are.