Conscious Aging: Each Passing Day

The days click by,

One more day closer to the last.

Let me luxuriate in this moment.

Each day,

This moment greets me,

A bright bubble of awareness.

It is here,

In the brightness,

That we know our true nature.

Not the busy,

Thinking mind,

Obsessed with knowing and doing,

But a gentle smile,

A glance,

As light as the touch of a finger upon a dandelion.

It is here,

In the present moment of being,

That we are,

Each of us,

One with the world.

A gentle unfolding,

A presence of mind much greater than ours,

A sphere of bright being,

Passing softly through the years.

It is enough,

We who have come so far,

To love the living of each passing day,

Made bright for us.