The Given

This moment, this. Gentle facing.
Whether tear-soaked or radiant,
Once sought, now found,
minus the account of  you.

Erasing the effort of striving.
Of improving the tale,
Of deleting past transgressions,
for a better you to come.

This moment, this. Alive on arrival.
Unremarkable, but the end of longing.
Attend as if standing alone on a high point,
leaving no room for the rewritten past.

This moment, this. Complete.
Come into your body with such fullness,
arising from an attention so minute,
that all sensations
become whispers.

This moment, this blink. Gifted.
Given from nowhere.
Defenses dissolve. Requirements recede.
When you hear "given"
your very willfulness can subside.