I saw the cherry blossoms, and the magnolias, and the lilacs, and the grass, and the sun.
I heard birdsong.
I smelled the sweetness of the air.
I felt the gentle breeze on my face, the roughness of bark on my hand.
I tasted the air's sharp, crisp hexanol tang from freshly-mown grass.
I thought: Here I am, surrounded by beauty and light, and I am blind to it, stalking through a dark valley that I bring with me.
I thought: I am here, and it is now.
I thought: I can let go of the darkness. I can breathe in light, life, joy and peace.
I am here.
It is now.
I am me.
But the past! The future!...
There is no past.
There is no future.
There is only now.
I am here. It is now. Here and now I can find beauty.
Here and now, it is enough.
© John M. Munzer