Let it be what it is

If I can't connect to me
no amount of wishful thinking will ever connect me to you
If I can't connect to this moment
I will never experience the moment I desire

I will be forever gazing just upstream
peering around the next turn of the river
searching the mist for the clear pool of water
grasping at the droplets that hang in the air
never realising that I am
standing in the pool
that laps at my feet,
while clear rain falls all around
soaking me to the skin

If we would only stop and notice it
we are here
and now
there is nothing else
this is the moment
this is what we desire
there is nothing else

You carry a basket of fresh-baked bread...