The beauty of the precious moment, the Now
with a thought the storm will end.
A single ray from the Sun caught by your eye
in the Now,
amidst the swirling, violent clouds
You reach for it and hold it
and all that doesn’t matter, all that you believed were the only things that mattered,
slips away.
There you found your Self
where it always was
shining upon You.
Nothing else is real
just the warmth
an embrace between heart and soul
A forgotten home you never truly forgot, remembered.