Can
you choose anything
but this moment?
Accept it or reject it,
that's all the freedom there is.
You think you decide your future,
but when it arrives it’s a strange land.
Of course you can always choose
what was.
People make up stories every morning
about last night.
But that’s a waste of
tomorrow.
To hug the dragon of Now
and welcome this ancient wingéd
fire-breathing moment
with open hands, open eyes, open heart
is perfect joy.
To reject it is suffering.
But you’ll never reject this moment
because you're living it,
so where’s the problem?
You're always already free
when you choose what is.
This is how a flower grows.
How a drop of dew dissolves
on the purple clematis.
How a gazelle
offers the pulse of its throat
to the hungry lioness.
Don't worry.
We're all evaporating
into atoms, and whirling back
into stars.
Photo by Jett Finn Palmer
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