Caught between moments

There’s an odd and indescribably warm feeling

That overwhelms the spirit.

When my body and mind are in

Sublime harmony with that which

Planted mountains, guides clouds,

Breathes the unquenchable hunger

In a flame.

It is a wild non-thing.

Mostly, it wraps you when you are

Still enough to know yourself,

When the worries of days past

And the dense thought forms of

An unknowable future have been laid

To rest at the hearth of spaciousness.

The heart, you see, emerges from this

Vertical spiral of being,

And is why you feel that peculiar warmth

Behind the illusion of time and space.

Bathe in it.

These waters will replenish the weary

And inspire grace.