I Am

A candle in quiet air,
a peaceful dimness.
A bus on a busy street,
a peaceful disorderliness.

The past has gone to sleep.
I have gone to peaceful rest.

The now is awake
in the heat of the flame
in the glow of light
in the melting of the candle
in the noise of the bus
in the sounds of busy steps
in the smell of sweat
in my lungs breathing
in my heart beating
in my eyes looking
in my ears listening
in my glorious existence
in my peaceful surrender
to the present moment.

The future is sleeping.
When it wakes up, it will be
just another present moment.
I am in peaceful sleep.

Who am I?
I don't know.
I don't care.
I am.