with no traces of what it has been.
Carrying no scars
of the pain it has suffered before.
The dead weight of habit
drops
in the palpable quiver
of a bud,
waiting
to bloom into a flower.
This moment sees with
new eyes.
This moment is free,
this moment waits.
This moment offers
the gift
of seeing things clearly;
right now.
This moment holds at it's
centre,
that throbbing essence,
waiting,
for you to discover it.
It's rather simple really.
All you need to do is...
see.
