Moment by Moment

Moment by moment

I encounter you
in the sound of
the whippoorwill
in the deep dark
cave of despair
You are there.

There is no place
I can go
no moment I can
sink into
that does not contain You

The beggar on the street
the bride scenting
her body as a gift
the actor on the stage
the whore in the parlor
show me they are
the many faces of me
the many faces of You

Move beyond your boxes
your straight lines
and categories
your labeling of good
and bad
behold the reflection
in every face
in every heart
in every breath
in each gentle touch
a glimpse of that One
who is in all
from bee to bumbling
fool
and see
yourself.

~Joss Burnel