There’s nothing complicated in this thing.
I just let it sit and there’s truth in how it rings.
“Play it as it lays,” instructed Didion, and when I do it sings,
resounding cosmic melodies.

A knowing I’ve never known before.
It’s always been there, but hidden behind locked doors;
the keys buried inside my core.
Finding them, just took imploring myself a little more;
giving locked away parts of myself the opportunity to explore.

I know only of right now, nothing of tomorrow;
but in an uncertain future, there is no sorrow.
For this moment is boundless and there’s no need to borrow
from memories of yesterday to imagine what’s on the morrow.

Each moment expands and contracts,
breathing color and light in every direction it refracts.
Each moment’s knowing as tangible as it is abstract.

This knowing is me and I am this knowing,
and from moment to moment, this is me growing.

Nothing complicated, just a thing;
a simple flawed living being.