Unwrapping the many layers of a present,
Delving into the corners of the hidden room,
Seeing the wasted and strewn about paper,
Worthless and without any purpose.
Unhurried or in an un-godly rush,
The paper torn and screwed up and crushed.
Or neatly fold and carefully undone,
Neither matters it all is about to come.
Within the centre is the present,
Unknown and not yet understood…
It rides on the hope of imagination,
Guessed at and shaken into proof.
Does it matter what exists within the core?
Does it define the journey and the thought?
Does it ignite or lessen the Love?
Does it fail or pass the ultimate test?
The excitement of Life is the hope of the present,
The journey the layers to unwrap,
The core gift is our final being, our understanding,
The purpose is truly in the power of the heart.
Be with the experience of action,
Observe the rush, the gentleness, the need,
Kindly wipe away the demanding desire to know right now
And enjoy the gift your life’s excitement is to this world.