this moment

this moment

contains a silent electricity

is a parentheses

in an ocean of uncertainty

and when the oh so restless mind intervenes

laying waste to silence

making barren

this open field of meaning

do our souls not thirst again

for a moment of quiet

that would allow our souls to drop

into the clarity

of emptiness

uninterrupted by worry

fear

or a thousand other insanities

is not

this moment

perfection itself

when allowed to be

what it really is

open

empty

totally free

filled completely

with the miraculous grace

of a precious instant

of eternity