The Art of Being Present
Each moment is a blank canvas
smudges and splotches only in men’s eye
raindrops from the heart
wash away the past.
Each moment is an opportunity
Overflowing with possibility.
How shall I paint this moment?
My portrait once a still life
now
in stillness
life force leaps
dancer
lover of life
a geyser of joy
a river of happiness
gratitude flows
fragrant flower sweetness
strong roots
lit with softness of sun’s tender embrace
back from the edge
the ledge between life and death
creating the masterpiece of my life
one breath at a time.
~ Mary McManus