Transcendent Moments

It’s transcendent moments that give memories the power to last a lifetime

Nostalgia that aches with desire for times since past

A feeling almost surreal

The first spring air sweeps into my nostrils

As a cool wind ruffles its fingers through my hair

As if to say I had finally made my way back home

And nothing but silence after fills the atmosphere

Driving down backroads

The sound of freedom in the hum of the car

And the whispers of life grow louder as the countryside passes me by

There is no where to be

Because the only place that matters is right here

As a chorus of songs play on the radio

And the world seems to travel back in time

To a simpler life when we all weren’t in such a hurry

It’s this transcendent moment that will make me look back and say

Those were the good old days

When nothing really mattered

How silly we are to think the here and now is so important

And yet how silly we are that we take it for granted

Casting off the moment for something so cleverly adjacent

It’s these transcendent moments that make you realize

What I’ve been looking for was here the whole time

The spring air was already a fragrant gift to my nose

The windows were always a dare to freedom and adventure

The volume on the stereo begs to be dialed

Yet I cut myself off

Say no much more than I say yes

Ignore the bliss of a simple memory out of fear for what tomorrow might bring

Out of pain from what is already past

I am tired

Perhaps not because life is too hard on me

But instead because I am too hard on it

Constantly grabbing

Squeezing for more

Convinced that I must maximize every second

Never let anything slip out of my grasp

And the irony stands in the fact that my white knuckled hands have let the transcendent moments

The ones that really matter

Pass by like a river

As I hold on to an ever shrinking fist of sand

It’s transcendent moments

That remind me to take more joy in life

That show me the things I am looking for are available here and now

That life is good even if I can’t tell you why

That something as simple as a back road drive can bring such a vast source of joy

That there was something else in the spring air and the wind that entered my soul

That it was Life

Everlasting

Uncontrolled

Fierce

And that it has always been there

And that it always will be

I just need to stop looking for it

And start noticing