Part I – Attending
I see myself move through the world,
move through time.
I feel these moments. I know that there are
only a finite number of them allotted to me,
each one irreplaceable—good, bad,
or indifferent does not matter.
It only matters that they not pass by unattended.
Judgment simply dissolves into silence
and the feeling that these moments
are my life, experienced one frame at a time.
Part II – Unfolding Inside
In the crisp spring air, I see row after row
of gorgeous tulips bending in the breeze—
red, gold, lemon-yellow, shouting out
their silent songs of gratitude for life.
As I stand watching, the feeling of being
in the presence of perfect beauty arises—
ecstasy swirls around me.
The softest of bells rings.
Then, like a Russian doll within a doll,
another level unfolds inside—
opening up new vistas, allowing me
to feel, from the inside, to acknowledge
and completely accept, who I am, over and over,
to go deeper into seeing, feeling, what that means,
to know that I am my own kind of flower,
unique, alive and perfect, even the imperfections.
Silent reverberations hang in the air. . .
The softest of bells rings,
and rings and rings.
Part III – The Part That’s Never Gone
There’s a person inside me who’s always here—
the thread connecting one moment to the next.
He’s hidden in plain sight,
so if I know what to look for,
there he is (I am) again.
He’s not my strong self, not my happy self,
not my worried self, not my enlightened self.
He’s none of them and all of them.
He’s everything I am—and all I need.
He’s there just for the asking, anytime,
every time, because he’s the Me inside of me.
He does not replace my various personalities.
They are still here, as always.
Yet they feel more free to be who they are,
knowing they are not my final destination.
Once I’ve seen him, it’s OK to lose him—
he’ll be at the end of this sequence of events, too—
the part of me that’s never gone,
the Being inside my being,
the Life inside my life.