Perfect Now

The chilly wind blows
her fingers icy
“This is madness” she cried
and then chuckled at the same thought.

The cat runs to greet her
though staying at a distance
not one, but three of them
from whence they come from
she did not stop to ask.

The glittering lights on the decorated trees
people walking in and out of the rotating door
occasionally, some with leashed dogs
watching them go
watching some come back
in and out
from the scene of where she is.

The moment
not any better
not any worse
all occurring the way it is
just content
she smiles silently.

For all is well
all is just right
as it is Now
and she would and could not
wish it anyhow else.

~ written for 13th December 2011, Beijing ~

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