Sometimes, and just for a moment

Sometimes it feels like all the love, and all the beauty and all the magic that I am looking for is inside me.  All of it.

In the quiet of my room, in the darkness behind my eyelids, in the stillness of my breath, sometimes, just sometimes, I am fully in me.  And everything softens, and my eyes tear up, and I am open, open.  

And there is wisdom.  And there is sense.  And there is so much beauty.  And there is harmony, and life and love.  I am fully present in there, fully inhabited, fully alive.  Fully open, like I long to be in all of my life.

And for a quick second, I am happy and completely, utterly, in love.