We don’t ask the tree why it
is where it is.
We may want it to be
elsewhere, but we know
it is exactly where it needs
to be.
We don’t say to the storm,
why here and now,
if we understand it’s a part
of a larger unfolding,
a symphony of being in time.
We don’t tell the river to
change direction,
go back from whence it came.
The water
simply flows to the ocean.
All arrive in the here and
now playing their part
as perfectly as a rose at
each stage of blooming
or the butterfly in each
phase of its life cycle.
I am here. I am now. There is
no other place,
no other way to be except this.
All that arrives
in this moment is perfect
exactly as it is.
© 2019 Joanne Young Elliott
