The Music Of The Ever Present Moment

A single blade of grass dances in the wind to the beat of the ever-present moment.

I sit and listen to the song until nothing but the song remains.

Wind rustling,

Traffic rumbling,

Heart beating,

Dogs barking,

Birds chirping,

People talking.

Brain thinking,

Eyes blinking,

Body breathing,

Mind perceiving.

Just sitting,

Just watching,

Just listening,

Just being here,

Just being now,

Just.

Now,

Now,

Now,

Now,

Now,

Now.

A wisp of smoke rising,

More substantial than rock.

The knowing,

The knower,

And the known are one.

All labels fall away.

I never was,

Yet.

It always is.

There is nothing but the music of the ever-present moment.

There is nothing but now.

Freedom from form,

Freedom from I.

Spy the lie the moment I die.

What's left now,

But why?

No one to wonder why.

Listen closely to the sigh of the inner I as it fails to find the individual I.

Oh my,

Don't cry.

This is all there ever was,

My guy.

Awaken.

The dream is over.

There is no one there to be shy,

And nothing to deny.

You never existed.

It was all a beautiful lie.

A cosmic joke played by the eternal I.

So testify to the truth that words can only imply.

Because there's nothing left now but to clarify.