Vitality

I dip my fingers into the
Thickness of This Moment
And lick the honey
 Wantonly
   Savoring.

The awareness of my tongue
  Not missing a single complexity.
All my senses
 this nectar
Communing.

The jagged rawness,
the delicate sweetness,
the aching yearning,
This
Ambrosia
Is overwhelming.

I receive this.
And as Life runs down my chin
The pulse of Now
courses
Through me
A little surrender washing away
All that is not me.
I am full.
There is nothing more to want.

Until the next

Moment.