opening our heart
looking, listening deeply

is there a need for this moment
to be any different than what it is?

is it good enough?

or is there an underlying restlessness
that says: i can’t be at peace until…

… until there are no more wars, no more suffering,
until i am different, until things make sense…

our minds have their
particular conditions

that keep them agitated and
continually seeking for more, different or better

does this very seeking obscure
the peace of this moment?

the peace the mind so longs to find

in this moment, here, now,
there is peace and tenderness
it is not personal,
it is endlessly intimate