Yesterday is a dream
and tomorrow an illusion
Living completely in the present moment
the future takes care of
Accepting everything, expecting nothing,
Keep coming back to the present moment
Where everything you've ever wished for
I want my life to be about honoring
Honoring the tea, the tea bag,
The plastic cup and the one who made it.
Honoring the taste, the warmth in my belly,
These moments of tasting and drinking,
Moments that will never come again,
That are my life.
I honor this meal
And the ones who planned and cooked it
And the ones who planted, grew, nurtured, harvested and transported the
So that I might eat
And continue to live.
I honor the formica table in the cafeteria, like a child's first drawing,
The campfire taste of the soup,
Left a little too long on the heat.
I honor this gift of my life
Its fleeting pleasures and pains.
I honor this body,
The most precious gift,
Appearing for a short time
Then vanishing forever,
Belonging to no one.
I honor this precious time,
The opportunity to awaken
And that which led me to imagine
It was possible.
Yucca Valley Vipassana Retreat