I feel the summer, hear the birds’ chirp, and taste the warmth of the wind,
A moment to savor. As I drink in the moment something opens, shifts in me.
I feel my center; I am the center of the Universe.
As I say I am it slips away, a memory now, a sweet memory.
The goldenness of the moment no longer with me, Yet I know, I know, the truth of your words, “I will find pleasure in the breath between the moments.”