Feel *this*.  This is all.  This is real.
  All the denying hurting loving longing
      needing grieving joyous ecstacy

  You have nothing more to give, nothing more
  to reach for, nothing but yourself, in this moment, this

          One
          
       Perfectly

       Complete

        Moment.


  The Beloved didn't leave one bit out.
  Not one bit.
  
  Surrender to this, now
  
          and now
                  
                  and now
                  
  
  Don't hold on to let go later!
  
  Don't make prisoners of your thoughts, scents,
  sights, tastes, touches, sounds
  
  Every moment, the Beloved whispers 
  a thousand sweet nothings in your ear
  phones ringing machines clacking stereos pounding
  heart beating children screaming
  
  All saying love me
  
          love me
          
                  love me!
                  





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for Ashley, written 24Oct03, rev. 25Oct03 
(c) 2003 nadeem (at) artisart.org