Present

Words lose their meaning
Thoughts become intentions
Mind merges with heart
Silence is prayer

Each second a lifetime
Empty and full
Breath and spirit
Are the same

On the trees
On the mountains
On the seas
They are the same

A world lives and dies
On the breath of the wind
The spirit moves in all
Everything is one

We sleep
some may even rest
while others sleepless
lie thinking about
tomorrow

We listen
to the silent streets
proclaiming our lives
are indoors now, and now,
but not tomorrow

We live
in this, our moment,
as all we have,
our precious now, is now
not tomorrow

We open
to the what and how
our lives are this 
knowing each day, today,
is not tomorrow 

Living

If I can 
see the dawn
even in pain
then all is 
well and I have 
received a gift

If I can
go out 
and feel the breeze 
on my face
then I have received
a gracious gift 

If someone 
knocks
on my door
and is welcomed in
then for me this is
a wonderful gift

If I wake up
tomorrow 
and I can breathe
then this 
is the gift of life
to be cherished