Here, Now, I am,
No ideas from the past,
no thoughts of the future.
Here, now, the air is clear,
the canvas is bare,
my arms open wide.
what do I want to invite in this purity,
to this openess staring right in my eye,
waiting to express?
Will I choose to be misearble or
will I choose more colors of Joy?
Yes, flush it all out,
the murky waters of the past,
entangled thoughts that
makes sense no more....
Let go, and let me watch the wind
carry thoughts that hover over my head..
passing like clouds crossing the night sky
in a clear moonlight.
Let go the past and future that's not here.
Here and Now, the Canvas is Clear
So let me paint something that's new..
Something my heart will recognize