The space of time between an inhale and exhale,
The closed and open side of a blink,
Between each heartbeat,
Is the chance for peace.
It’s that Instant, now.
It’s not the retirement account, or college fund,
The fear of losing a loved one, or any storm on the horizon,
It’s not the Facebook memory, or thought of a past pleasure or pain,
Nor the dream of some future that is better than today.
It is the gratitude for what is here,
And the recognition you have what you are supposed to at this time.
As soon as energy attaches to any of these,
As soon as the story of illusion unfolds and runs through the chambers of our mind,
The Peace Instant is gone.
© Steven Schleupner, 2017, excludes photo