A poem: The Moment

Right now is a dream come true.
and where am I?
Am I here with you?
Or am I dreaming (still!) of
what has
might have been
or will,
too caught up in the should or would
to be loving of the 'is?'
The brilliance of the fire;
the oneness that we feel;
all wrapped up in belonging to something that is real.
If I could hold this moment –
but there I go again,
not living in the present,
too wrapped up in the 'when?'
Like
When will I be famous?
and When will I be strong?
and When will all my dreaming
be sung out in a song?
To be here in this moment
is to surrender and let go
of everything I've seen and heard -
the things I think I know.
And even now this moment is
graced by what is here
as words and dreams and feelings are
spelled out, freed from fear.
Then gratitude from insight
and presence to the love
can keep this moment living
and bless-ed from above.

- Kristin Firestone, December 2006