The mundane is wordless
Breathless
The doldrum sea
Quiet
Tracking up
Tracking down
Loading rocks
A leaf skitters past on the breeze
Drop the rocks into the basket
The dust rising
Clinging to sweat along my arms
Running rivulets down my spine
Load the rocks
Drop the rocks
Turn
Bird song
Lizard scrambles
A plane cutting through blue sky
Above me the trees creak
And sigh
There is a boundless awareness
Unbroken by the habitual withdrawals of attention and time
Life spreads out all around
Receding into the noon day shadows
Returning on the breeze
The song of birds relieves
The almost hypnotic stillness
Breathe, live and feel the untied ends of my own mortality
Pray, watching them run away into the distance
Far into the distance
Where I cannot see around the bend
Living in the moment
Not thinking
About all those untied ends
So relatable for me.
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I myself do live in the moment, and not overthinking what can come in the next second.
Hi Charly it’s a whole lot better way to live I’m finding but it’s hard to stay there – the present moment is slippery
The mundane has never been described more beautifully ☀️
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Sometimes it is difficult to just be in the moment and take in all that’s around you. We should do this more.
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Thanks for your comment Steven