The only thing, is now
nothing is missing from it.
Absolutely everything is piled in it.
Everything perfectly present,
like a slow falling shower of flowers.
A cascade of appearances,
dropping from the sky.
No thing is extra or minus.
Its all just here, all just now.
Any talk of the future
nothing more than fantasy.
The past is made of dream,
a reflection in a bubble.
To speak of it, offers no trouble.
As long as it just is that,
resting in the now.
A symphony of bliss
that something, that you somehow know.
Something total, something real.
Sounds simple, sounds stupid.
But its pure sunshine
pure now.
Let us dare to experience this.
Only as it is.
No labels, no rules.
close your eyes.
see no wisdom,see no fools.
leaves you in a state of wonder,
Is that not just wonderful?
Eliberocelta @ wondernow 2016
edit on 2-6-2016 by ancientthunder because: missing words