In the Moment
Love is true, no problem here,
no agitation, stress,
no words that tip the applecart
and leave us in distress.
Unless we're careful they will come
to set the cat among the pigeons,
dump our lives to disarray,
counteract our fond expressions!
In a flash we use assertions,
robbing Peter to pay Paul,
no regard for truthfulness
as pride precedes the fall.
Words in haste, and acts of malice
kill our equanimity,
murder love, destroy the beauty
we have crafted tenderly.
All at once we're lost and lonely
grasping straws out on a ledge,
either way our lives could tumble,
we must pull back from the edge.
To the fore our fondest yearnings,
indiscretions disappear,
now abiding in the moment,
far from suffering and fear.
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