this moment, this love, leaving behind the labels

if i want to word about it
and call this moment, enlightened,
then
it's not

and if i want to word about it
and call this moment, not enlightened
then
that's true,
but not getting me anywhere

which getting
any
where
comes from being
any where
and that's just good enough
sweet fine kind
amazing
without any wording
to tell me
or
you
or anyone,
except maybe God,
how wonderful it is

and the whisper,
the words that just slip out
uncalled for
unthought,
the "i love you" words,
the more unidirectional
and unspecific
the better

(though God is in the details,
too,
loving every little grain of sand,
or wrinkle
or irritation
or leaf
or star)

that whisper
is on the way
to the enlightened thing
the lighten up
thing
the everything is slipping forth
the way it
is
and isn't that fine
thing

and it can't be told
good

can be experienced
good

now
very good

yeah,
this now

and sometimes that feels so good
we have to write a poem
or a song
and shout I LOVE YOU
to everyone

that's okay
it's necessary to the tides
of life

can't be helped

ask Hafiz,
drunken love maker to
God
in every man woman child moon
and star
and sun

or
ask the self in you
that has no name
and no place
and no words
and feels like it's not there

except it's the only thing
always there

kind
of

who knows
let Adyashanti tell us all the details
that's his job

our job:
to smile
feel our feet on the ground

wake up to a life of love
and
presence

and all the places that
will
take us

good