The living moment
is a writhing wildness,
a pulsation
that commands full attention
defies categories
and evades logical entrapment.

Our mind-net can catch concepts like fish
but never the ocean itself.

No, she is ungraspable.
Undeniable.
Unstoppable.

The living moment moves like a wave
that can never be tamed,
like a serpent
that makes us feel at once
transfixed and unnerved.

She is simultaneously
what we most deeply yearn for
and what we fear most.

Naked presence.
Unbridled aliveness.
The Mystery.

Gripped by fear
and blinded by ignorance,
we try to avoid her,
control her,
cage her,
suppress her.

But she eats misguided strategies for lunch.

That which is everywhere always
cannot be grasped,
cannot be bound,
cannot be diminished.

She is not an object,
not a thing.

Yet, no-thing is not nothing.

Emptiness is not a vacancy
but a fertile womb
giving birth
to undulating vibrancy
every moment.

To resist this living procession 
is to become ridged,
frozen,
orphaned.

To awaken and embody
means to arrive Here
in the ever-unfolding Now
to participate fully in ecstatic presence,
to live within the undulating waves
rippling through earth
water
wind
space
spine
blood
bones.