My mind may be convinced there is something to be realized in the future…
But I know there is only this precious moment
where everything I am longing for is revealed.
It always was so.
This mysterious moment is
quietly whispering,
“Come here…
Stop.
Listen.
I am breathing you,
Stop.
Just for a moment.
Because I am what you are seeking.
Stop.
Listen.
Just here, closer than your skin;
don’t look for me,
just breathe me in,
just love this.”
Thank you.
And I don’t know if I am thanking the mystery,
or the mystery is thanking me,
or what the difference is.
Fanny's Blog 
Yep.
This.
Love & appreciation.
Always.
xx
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You could have only managed this compression and distillation of thought in verse. And it’s exactly right!
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This does it for me.
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i love it! thanks Dick… sweet receiving this just after hearing about the sudden death of a precious person. it is all such a mystery…
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