Can you bottle it?
It being this.
This is it.
Silvery winter light on glass.
This is it.
Salt and pepper leave stripped trees against blue.
I wanted to feel like this.
Like this is it.
I would like to forever.
Today is it.
Tomorrow, that.
Quieted mind.
Lightened heart.
A clear head and a steady hand.
They tell you to live in the moment.
They tell you to forget the past.
They tell you that what will be will be.
If this is it.
I am here.
This is the moment.
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device
Sunday, 15 January 2012
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