Category Archives: presence

Keep It Simple

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Keep it simple.
Complexity introduces volatility
which becomes chaos.
Keep it simple.
Even if your brain seeks excitement
and believes life is boring without it.
Keep it simple.
Life doesn’t have to be struggle;
just to be here, breathing and aware
is enough.
Keep it simple.
The most elegant things in life
are right here where you are, now,
but you’ll miss them if you’re focusing
on some other time, some other place,
some other moment.
Do you want peace?
Do you want joy?
Do you want love?
Do you want fulfillment?
Keep it simple, my friends, keep it simple.

Stay Here Now

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If I stay in the now,
everything is ok.
If I allow myself to regress to the past
or project into the future
I am filled with regret and shame
or anxiety and hopelessness.
Clearly the sane choice
is to stay in the now.
How do I do this?
I breathe, and I feel my breath.
I really look at my children
as they read, or play, or eat,
or argue with one another.
I notice my hands batting
at the insect that buzzes near my ears
as I walk in the humid forest,
earth floor damp,
ferns glowing emerald green
in the golden dusk light,
the beauty of it all.
Oh my mind,
I beg you.
Stay present. Stay with me.
Stay here now.

Sounds Like Sanity

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Understanding
that there are no problems in the present—
only choices, decisions, possibilities—
could I just slow down, breathe,
recognize where I am,
and simply do what needs to be done?
You know what?
I think I’ll try that for a day.
No worrying,
just doing what needs to be done
right in the moment
it needs to be done.
Do you know what that sounds likes to me?
It sounds like sanity.

Greater Than Forever

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In all of my seeking
did I ever stop
to ask myself
if I could recognize
the destination
when I had finally arrived?
Or would my eyes
be blindly fixed
on the far horizon
of fulfilled desires,
receding ever farther
with each step
taken toward it?
Once I had arrived
would I be capable
of enjoying
the banquet before me,
or would my eyes
be so mercilessly claimed
by visions of what is to come
that I couldn’t smell
or taste
the holy feast
laid out so perfectly before me?
Haunted by desires,
doomed to range
the shadow lands
a hungry ghost
wandering the globe
listlessly
for some promise
of a promise
of something forgotten
long before
our great grandmothers lived.
Is that any way to live?
Let me be a stand
for the freedom in ecstasy
felt by a body
uninhibited by
someone else’s stories.
Let me sing you a song
about joy and waves
of delight
standing on the edge
of eternity’s domain
and seeing something
even greater
than forever.

Circles of Quiet Joy

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I search everywhere for a gift,
just something, something
so that I don’t show up
empty-handed.
Then I remember
the real gift cannot be given
or taken away.
The real gift
comes from
an inextinguishable source.
The real gift
doesn’t change hands,
it changes hearts.
We all have this gift,
and if we could really see it,
we wouldn’t
be running frantically to the store…
We’d sit in circles
of quiet joy,
the light of infinity
mirrored in one another’s eyes.

Afternoon Reflection

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The afternoon light sparkles
on gently waving leaves.
My body wants rest; I listen.
I take a moment,
one little pause to reflect.
Who thinks these thoughts?
Who writes these words?
Who causes the leaves to dance
and the wind to blow through them?
It can be spacious, this moment,
this life.
The light keeps sparkling
and something within me
recognizes it.
All at once I realize,
I’m here. I made it.