Can you choose anything other
than this moment?
Accept it or reject it,
that's the only choice.
You think you choose what will be,
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 can’t because you're living it.
So where’s the problem?
You are always already free
when you choose what is.
This is how a flower grows.
How a drop of dew dissolves
on a clematis petal.
How a gazelle
offers the pulse of his throat
to the hungry lioness.
Don't worry.
We all evaporate
into atoms and whirl back
into stars.
Photo by Jett Finn Palmer
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