Each morning, the gentle breeze of meditation clears my foggy mind.
For a moment, the haze of what I thought I knew
I remember Who I Am.
Freed from plans, expectations and my
a clarity emerges up my spine,
and I know eternity in my body.
Then my eternity collapses into an angst-ridden
list of to-do's, the end of which,
like a highway mirage,
is always two miles ahead.
Eternity doesn't abandon me when minutia becomes my idol.
Through hints and invitations,
I AM calls me to remember
That I Am.
No predicate. Simply I Am.
Then the dense cloud of my momentary concerns
vaporizes in the way that
all passing weather systems must.
Today's reminder comes as
as I cross the Golden Gate Bridge
A cotton candy blanket of fog envelops
the bridge with its velvety precipitation.
The road ahead, a soup of uncertainty,
offers no answers.
I surrender to the Unknowing.
In that surrender of
grasping for answers
and striving for perfection,
I am left with one thing I know:
The infinitude of possibility
opens before me