Poems for the Smiling Heart

Time

I tripped over something
Was it a rambling root?
Or a stray stone?

No.
I tripped over time!
Over the eternal present
this treasured infinite moment
that mysteriously displays
our seemingly solid world.

I balance myself
return to the present
and stand perfectly still.

With bated breath
I slip beyond all time
and blissfully join
the gracious heart of Oneness.