Never Ready For The Moment

Meditation moments unfurl

as spears of light break through,

never prepared for the moment

we rush to gather tools

to capture fleeting images,

never realizing it lives

in the recesses of a memory.

I walk beneath whimsical clouds

mocking my eagerness

as flowing, floating lumps gather

to block the white light,

replaced with a melancholy

as I know this moment

will never return,

that I won’t feel that wonder

of rays peering through to find

the magical place that received

everything,

in that very blink of an eye.

I move forward,

allowing the world to flow through

crown chakra to below

where crystals lay in crust

beneath my footsteps

waiting, soothing with energy,

it flows like miracles,

this is coming home.