A crisp white page to be written upon without speculations from my past or even prognostications of my future.

Here, I am nothing that has been thought of me in my past, not even when those thoughts come from within myself. Here, I am new, a bright beginning. A rebirth of sourts has taken my being from there to here.

I am a bright penny without a past being spent in machines that say who I am, or what I look like or even what I should look like. It does not matter...even if my words are read in a silent place in another space, I am only what they read.

I wipe away all those things that cause tears of judgment, all those nonsense fears probably created by others more that myself.

Actually, here, I am more myself. I glow with anticipation of who I will create and in a deeper hope I think I can become that person in real life. All the lies and whispers and gossip can no longer influence my judgment of myself. My weakness of taking the census of a group and deciding they are right or my decision to allow one overwhelmed teacher to decide who and what I am now and the measures that must be taken to change me to fit this world that only can be seen by the one.

I should be lost on this white page, but I am more profoundly sure of myself and my place in time and space. For here, I am the real person...I have become me...right here in front on the non judgment of past deeds or future plans. Just me you see, is left in place of sadness and torment and even silly hopes and dreams. I stand on the plain of white light waiting to say who I would be today at this moment and time.

I am the white moment.