Only This Moment

You keep searching for the first dawn,
For the thread that began the weave.
But the loom is humming now,
And you are the song in its rhythm.

There is no yesterday carrying you,
No tomorrow waiting with answers.
The stars you wonder about—they are burning now,
Not before, not after.
Now.

The heart aches for stories,
For roots deeper than time.
But what you call roots are clouds,
And what you call time is a bird
Flying with no sky to measure.

So let the bird perch on your hand.
Feel its weightless pulse.
It is saying—
Stop asking where I came from,
Or where I will go.
Love me here.
Love me now.

The mystery was never in the beginning.
It is in this breath,
In this glance,
In this fleeting kiss of existence.

Close the book of ‘before,’
Let the ink of Now spill everywhere.
And drink it.