I begin now,

and now,

now.

I am born here,

in this,

as this,

through that.

How many times can a person be born

in a single lifetime?

Infinite births.

Unending new; we are

Creation

always attending

to the delicious upwelling

of awareness.

Ditching the stories, clearing debris

of mind

by arriving

in this eternal moment.

Just words–

meaningless–

. . . until Lived.