Vitality

I dip my fingers into the 
Thickness of This Moment
And lick the honey
  Wantonly
    Savoring. 

The awareness of my tongue
   Not missing a single complexity.
All my senses
  this nectar 
Communing.
 
The jagged rawness, 
the delicate sweetness, 
the aching yearning,
This
Ambrosia 
Is overwhelming.
 
I receive this.
And as Life runs down my chin
The pulse of Now
 courses 
Through me
A little surrender washing away 
All that is not me.
I am full. 
There is nothing more to want.
 
Until the next 
 
Moment.  ​