Let the Moment be my Prayer

Let me dance beneath the open sky,

no chains to bind, no need to try—

each breath a song, each step a flame,

no past to mourn, no one to blame.

I won’t wait for some distant guide,

no mountain climb, no need to hide.

The truth I seek is in this hour,

in blooming fields and sudden showers.

Freedom lives in a passing breeze,

in laughing hearts and climbing trees.

The world is vast, yet here I stand,

with nothing planned and open hands.

Forget the sages, cloaked in lore—

I’ll write new truths, then write some more.

No sacred book, no ancient scroll,

just living light inside my soul.

I kiss the dawn with eager lips,

taste freedom’s wine in every sip.

No masters now, no need to roam—

each breath I take becomes my home.

So let the moment be my prayer,

the starlit night, the morning air.

In living now, I come alive—

unbound, awake, I soar, I thrive.