a moment’s fall from grace

‘twas a detour from
grace that raised
the demons of my
deepest fears…in
a second i let my
eyes shift from
sacred moments to
regretful yesterdays
and hopeless futures,
my present drowning
in a sea of unanswerable
questions, when?
where? who? what?
why?

it’s an understandable
misstep, my scatterbrained
tendency to follow
the cacophony of
voyeuristic busybodies,
like a moth to flame,
knocks me off
center singeing my
fickle flesh, disconnecting
me from my core, leaving
me breathless. ‘tis true
in the midst of catastrophic
distractions i forget to
breathe and lose all
mindfulness.

but the moment, ever
present, waits in the wings
of my thrashing fright,
a heartbeat’s breath
near, to wrap me in
blissful embrace from
the immediacy of nothingness
into the radiant epiphany
of pure love, peace and
knowing. to breathe,
just breathe is all this
present moment asks
to deliver me home.

kat ~ 31 Aug 2015