The way we are

The moments that have passed, have been erased, in as we’re always present here and now and as breath by breath, we are by grace grazed, vibrant, pristine presence, takes a small bow. In midst of turbid storms, we remain still, because we know we’re not this body-mind, so since God breathes us, voids within will fill, thus we simply play our role as assigned. With the bliss current cascading within, it’s evident we dwell in the moment, with each heartbeat reborn, afresh begin, melding with God’s power omnipotent. Sleep is death and life is play, every day ~ We’ve long since granted love, the right of way