I was going to write

But then I realised

It was more important to be

Because sometimes trying to write

Takes me out of being me.

And on this first day of the year

I realised

That me in my being

Is where I needed to be

Dwelling inside

Sensing and breathing

Wonder and glow

Glimpses of self love and warmth

Like rays of sun on the mountains

Interrupting the grey and the cold

Warm on the inside

So these words are few

Make time, just to be.

For that is your eternal,.present, whole certainty.