Moment

I start before a thought has entered in my mind.
I write before a shape has formed
And listen
To the wind
Blow fiercely through my ears.

My head is clear,
My heart's wide open,
My spirit twinkles

The bright sun shines against me
While I sit there, dazzled
In the midst of life conjured and
Its illusion.

I listen...in this moment
I listen...with my body and
Every fibre of it flutters.

In strange and inner silence
I sense a presence of a being
That far outstretches my perceptions.

I breathe this presence and
A whirl of light enwraps my utter being!

A moment later it is gone
And all that's left is
my new beginning.