Coming Home to Now

I feel it on the horizon
It is coming near
Or rather, I am coming near
With every spacious step forward
It’s silhouette beginning to be seen as the clouds burn away
A low, peaceful, and steady emergence
Much like the dawn.
A gentle, warm light sparks on the horizon
Gently expanding across the night sky
Allowing for an easeful transition, respecting the dark and night for what it is.
One no better than the other
Harmony and respect in its cyclical nature,
As it is with all things
Only we in our empty quest for power try to break free from, expedite, and change the natural flow of life
We miss the beauty of the unfolding, focused on the ending
What if we paused? What if we left space and returned to our innocence of curiosity and wander?
Might we begin to see the intricacies of life? Might we begin to connect back to that which we came from? Might we begin to find ourselves anew in the first spark of day break?
Slowly filling our souls as the light gently expands the horizon
Harmony and balance restored
Held in the spaciousness of savoring
Yes, it is coming, coming near
With each dawn rising, I find another piece of myself,
For it isn’t the destination that I truly seek,
But of coming home.
Home to the stars and moon, to the rise and fall of the sun, to the cyclical nature that is in all things.
To the only thing that truly exists in time.
Coming home to now