it. Saturate
in each moment
like a monk
at morning
prayer,
like a chubby toddler
on her wide-eyed
prowl.
tomorrow is
but flash
unwritten fiction.
yesterday, an abandoned
destination.
THIS
is it....
receive what's here
with open hands
and heart,
every breath allowed
to savor this feast
named now.
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