Again, I am reminded of the power of being present in the moments.
The no matter of what has been or will be, or might be.
The gift lives in the open heart held to no judgement
A way that is right or wrong is only in the limited thinking of it
A Close down of possibility in an expansive Universe
How you wake to the morning and inhale the Sun and sky
Feet to the Earth going where you decide to go in your moment.
In the sudden shift of decision that another pivot to the left
Is the better way for your feet to carry you in Earths call
That trembles up your legs to your heart listening deep
Now going in exactly the right direction, and then you always were
Duality dances in endless metaphor of the right and wrong
Always wrong may be what is right for your weaving to the Divine
You know if your listening to the highest good of that last pivot
As you wander and are not lost enjoying the scenery.
There is no where that the highest good is not shimmering