I am my own boat

What a fine line it is, to live in the beauty cresting each moment, to live in the effervescence of life that will flow unbidden if I allow its majesty, the hidden majesty of just being here, now; not to follow its surge of pleasure into plans and dreams, into the busy reaches of thought, or to tip the other way into lurking fear of emptiness, of failure.  I am my own boat to ride its current of stillness.