is

Not what ought to be,
but what simply is.

In this is, breath moves 
unnoticed, unbound,
carrying quiet light’s dance--
with gravity of is.

In stillness remains 
not the search for meaning, but 
the quiet pulse of is.

In silence fills 
what is already here:
complete and enough,
free of “what ifs”
and so many “I”s--
only what is
is.