The world over,
wherever we roam—
sea or mountain,
snow or sand—
may we unfold our hearts
and breathe in what dwells before us.
Even in devstation,
we glimpse a lone caterpillar
or a single mushroom,
yearning toward light and pressing
forward into new life,
and we pause this moment
to witness it all.
Sure as the heart cycles through
sorrow then joy
in seeing the sky unfurled above,
or the quiet grace of drawing
breath after breath,
we claim what is ours to experience,
in this moment, the only one.