What we know of ourselves,
In the very moment we exist,
Though often hidden or somehow obscured,
Can be revealed in several ways.
We cast our glance to the horizon
To pierce the inner world,
Only to discover that our world
Is here now, already within us.
We gaze upon a reflection of ourselves,
And suppose that this is how the world sees us;
What we sometimes miss is how we appear within,
And how much of our inner world we share.
Ancient remains of centuries past,
In the stillness of a quiet mind,
Embrace the memory of the ancient thoughts–
Frozen in time–whose essence lingers even now.
My own life and mind are here with you now,
In this very moment, and for all time;
As my children play and their children run,
New life springs from ancient wisdom.
© July 2011 by JJHIII