There is no trick to it
this living thing
this moment we own
this motion we exist in
a vector toward/from
here/now
no special thing to be done
accomplished
surmounted vanquished
it is simply who we are
when, logically denuded
we shed the ego that

divides
describes
decides

denies

ourselves from
ourselves…as if being
here and now
or really just being
will never be enough
because “enough”
is a measure
a measure of something
that we must destroy
until it is

completely
totally
entirely

gone

There is no trick to it
this living thing
this moment we own
when we connect
and finally know
we own it…a point
in time/space
a vibration of
who we are, how we
affect that point in
time/space we call

me
you
us

love.