Entering One’s Now

Beyond the roar
and the glitter‑snare of every passing voice,
I walk a thin thread of self
pulled through a loom of chaos.

Mountains rise
from nowhere,
stone‑faced guardians
testing the pulse of my intention.

Paths vanish,
then reappear
as if sketched by unseen hands.

Winds of demand
sting the eyes,
freeze the will,
yet somewhere beneath the noise,
a quiet ember waits,
unblown, unbroken.

Suffering grows
only in the space I grant it.
When I turn away,
it shrinks back
into its proper dust.

Then…

A clearing opens,
soft as a baby’s breath.
The air changes color.
The world exhales.

A single direction lifts
out of the haze,
steady as a rope
tied long ago for my return.

I shed the weight of others
that was never mine,
let the borrowed voices
fall behind me
like stones rolling off a precipice.

In the hush that follows,
the inner voice rises,
pure, unmistakable,
a bell struck ushering in

An epiphanous light,

A doorway widening.

At last,

stripping to my nakedness,

I step through,
whole again,
entering one’s Now.