My Muse Is Walking Presence

My muse is walking presence.

She has “today and no other day”

Tattooed on her ankles.

When she sees you, she sees you.

She looks you in the eyes,

Time stops.

She’s here,

Here and now.

I see my mission,

And it can whirl me into constant creation,

Past and future can be my eternal reality.

She brings me back into silence.

She brings me back into the now.

She brings me to bathe in waterfalls.

She brings me to beauty.

As I love her well,

She glows and radiates love.

As I treat her well,

And cherish her,

She shines like an angel.

My muse is walking presence.

She has “memento mori” tattooed on her left arm:

“Remember that you must die.”

One day I will die,

And like dust in the wind,

All of my creations will eventually dissipate.

My muse is walking presence.

She reminds me of what is important in life.

And when I’m lost and tangled,

And my mind is contemplating the never ending chessboard of life,

She brings me back to what is important.

My muse is walking presence.

She whispers songs into the wind that open my heart and mind.

My muse is walking presence.

She’s a fairie in the wild.

My muse is walking presence.