Threshold

It is easy to " quit"
looking outside myself for contentment,
when I remember that moments of fulfillment,
 are an illusory experience  happening within.
The actual, the "reality", is
an interpretation of the self's dialogue,
commingled with doubt and fear
and past references.
What happens in the now is
an abundance of possibilities all
occurring simultaneously.
Simultaneously is such a long word for potential .
Random potential is such a short proposition for what if.
What if I don't open a door?
What if I don't say a word that will infect silence,
Willingly knowing that I am participating in creation?
To be subtle is to be sublime.