The Source

My eye is opened
I see and I know
that I can never go back

Yesterday is rotting
and does not need me
tomorrow is an illusion
and cannot fulfill me

It is here and now
this glimpse of holiness
that holds me
in the bliss of clarity

tears me away from the delusion
that damnation or salvation
awaits me somewhere out there

For, now, I see
In this moment of inbreathing

I suddenly see and recognize
the source of all
here, within, inside of me