No matter what happens in life it all comes down to this moment,

Whatever you are experiencing right now is life, show up and own it,

Life is now unfolding before our eyes, no lies, no bulls**t,

You can add all the thoughts, ideas and feelings on top of it but this moment is still what it is,

Whether it’s loved or hated, fulfilled or wasted, real or painted,

Depressed or precious, blessed or anxious, stressed or frustrated,

Whether we feel like we failed or that we’ve already made it,

Whether we’re rich or poor, youthful or old, tall or short, useless or talented,

It’s still just this moment, numb yourself with drugs to try and forget it,

Or dream your life away wishing it was different,

It’ll still be right here and right now waiting to be activated and appreciated,

Whether you live on the street or high up in a mansion,

It still comes down to this moment, this place and time,

Fractions of life wasted attached to separation,

I will still spit the truth that will bleed into every word I can’t find,

To help the helpless and inspire this dead generation,

In this poetic echo of sound paired words I try to make rhyme,

In this harmonious declaration to unite this externally forced hesitation,

With a thought that’s inclined to tell a tale to remind,

You to stand firm in this split second and take note,

What do you notice in this poetise that I wrote,

What sounds that surround you do you hear? Are they quiet or do they explode?

What sensations of temptation do you feel? Are they stagnant or simply flow?

What thoughts and feelings are swimming within and around you?

Are they above you or below? Do you even know? Do they cut you down or help you to grow?

What sights do you see? Do they guide you or make you follow? Are they pleasant days or night’s full of sorrow?

Take note of it all as your reading minds try to decipher this epithet in the form of a code,

Be aware of all the sensation’s that are apart of being alive,

Able to witness everything with this body and this mind,

What a miracle is it, the experience of life experiencing life,

Everyone has the same amount of time none are deprived,

Moment by moment we continue to arrive,

The mind is always in the way making it easier to hide,

Yet everything it says is just lies full of lies,

Telling us it could be better if… if we had more money or if we were skinnier,

Had a better car, house, phone or if we were more respectable,

If we were prettier or if this didn’t happen or we weren’t born sinners,

If we had or if we hadn’t, if we weren’t born losers and everyone was a winner,

None of it’s true if we don’t believe that it is,

Life is a miracle an eternal moment full of nothing but bliss,

But in the back of our minds we can hear the devil hiss,

If you listen to him you’ll always miss and sink further into the abyss but,

This moment we’re that living in is all that there is,

The only thing we need is this moment that we’ve been given is,

Just pregnant of possibilities, veracious stories just waiting to be written,

It’s plenty, it’s enough it’s perfect as it is, just one part in a trillion,

Break these chains and walk away from this prison,

We’re already free all men women and children,

But the ego is scared cause if we wake up it’ll be the one to suffer,

No amount of religion or spirituality will make this any less tougher,

We all have the same amount of time No name, no number simply,

Take in its essence full of wonder both the lightening and the thunder,

Live for this moment accept ourselves and especially one another,

Chasing shadows the ego is always after, the factor of a brilliant imaginary actor yet,

We are the the creators of our fate both the students and the masters,

But the egos tricks pile up snowballing faster and faster,

Draining our lives and killing our laughter

Yet our books are filled with blank pages and we can write our own chapter,

Just pay attention to life unfolding and overlapping the chatter,

That says you’ll never be enough or never be happy just blood stains after the splatter,

Filling us with anger and regret making us sadder, Making us feel like we’re frivolous and unnecessary,

Still this moment is perfect as it is simply a valley of uncharted territory ,

The beginning, middle and end infused together in the palm of our hands,

Like stars in the sky we continue to shine and expand,

A miracle unplanned as we try to understand yet,

The more we try we just slip through our fingers like grains of sand,

Stop trying and just be, go with the flow,

Forget what we think and forget what we know,

The only thing we can really know is that we don’t know a thing,

Like how does snow fall in the middle of spring,

We complain about it and hate it yet if we take a closer look we’ll see that that’s dumb than we think for in reality it’s really a truly beautiful thing,

This moment is perfect like the beat of a heart,

Every beat a reminder of a moment to restart,

To live in the now the light and the dark,

Igniting the spark that unites our beauty and our flaws,

To accept it all the boos and the applause that,

This moment is what it is and we are what we are,

A beautiful masquerade of our curriculum vitae,

That overtook our lives twisting us awry in,

Moments of why, underlying questions that need to be clarified,

Why we’re terrified, paralyzed, unidentified parasites that only want to be glorified, purified and demystified in our personified candlelight,

Individual moments united yet private only reflections of the sun underneath the moonlight,

Unlimited moments just moments exactly like this and,

This moment is just what it is!

—TS—🕉️🧘🏻‍♂️