this moment

I stretch my arms out wide and gaze up-the sky is filled with the promise of rain, thunder and lightning vying for my attention. My Spirit dances within, my eyes shine with a joy separate from any joy man's world could possibly bestow upon me. My joy comes from the freedom of wild things-from mountains that reach the heavens, from breezes soft and the pungent smell of a cleansing rain. My joy comes from the sweet smile of a child as he gazes into my eyes and reminds me what pure love is. My joy comes from letting fall all facades, from that moment when all there is this moment and this moment simply, sweetly, is all there ever was.