In the Valley of The Golden Fountain of the Now

In the valley of the golden fountain of the now,

I feel the eternal, sparkling stream of effervescent all,

I know myself to be of it and it of I.

This moment and I are the gift.

The beauty of it makes me cry.

I am the space through which all things may pass.

I am both that which is contained and sacred vessel.

I hold both poles at once within,

though the fury of their merging makes me quake,

to bear a new gift, born of gifts.

I did not know such music I could make.

If only I would not forget these things that I have known,

nor frequent feel myself a small and broken thing.

I am the strings on which life plays, so, hear my solemn vow.

I shall make my home, my one true home,

the valley of the golden fountain of the now.