One Million Magi- English Poem

I am the spirit of my times, anonymous and numberless, I am occupy, I am love

Seeing the cheer of the festive season and the despairing faceless alleyways

I am suddenly more than, more real than, more people than I ever have been

And I hear the earth calling, the bodhisattvas of the earth calling, a million magi.

Just a Moment

It just takes a moment,

for a moment to become a Moment,

and before you realize the moment may become a missed moment,

because maybe that moment ,you were mistaken

It wasn’t The moment but it really was That moment.