Threshold

I am standing

On the edge

Realizing

Yet again

That I am

Always

At the threshold.

To move from here

To there

Does not require

a movement of miles.

Just a movement of thought

Or heart

A barely perceptible

nudge

through the veil

At each threshold

As thought

becomes action,

I sail

Toward the world

On the other side

Where infinite

Possibilities await.

Only I find myself

arriving 

at yet another threshold.

Choices

follow

choices.

Right action

Is always

An option.

The past is not yet complete

The future will never arrive.

There is only the

Ever-loving

Ever-arriving

Threshold

Of this present moment.