Now Poem by This is not me ...

Nothing is more sacred;
To pull oneself out of time, out of rhythm;
And experience the beauty
That be it always around us
We rarely imagine in true scope and vastness;
The infinitesimal complexity that amounts
In the myriad of factors it took to create
Just this moment;
A pebble of sand in the limitless ocean of life
If only every tic of the great hand offered that much
There is no more a man like me could ever want
Nothing is greater…if we open our eyes
Than this moment
Right here and now