“Present”…such an interesting word.
Present = gift
Present = the current moment
Present = being there (remember school? “Laura Weber”…”Present!!”)
I present you with, I present to you = an introduction or unveiling, usually accompanied by anticipation,
enthusiastic anticipation.
Like when you were a child getting a present.
(Just looked up and it’s 11:11, a gift)
All “present(s)” are gifts.
So why do I deprive myself?
I fill my days with busy-ness.
Instead of being an observer of my thoughts
I am entrenched with them, in them.
Busy doing what? If I’m honest, it’s nonsense.
Facebook, Candy Crush, Twitter, magazines, TV, yard work, housework.
Doing, doing, doing.
Busy looking for fulfillment, for answers
Never Being.
Yet, sometime between evening and dusk, there is empty space.
The birds have stopped chirping
And the peepers have not yet begun their evening song.
Sitting there in the quiet, in the present
I find answers, I feel filled.
In the silence I find answers.
In the stillness I find clarity.
A peace.
A piece of peace at least,
Or perhaps, a piece of peace at last.
Shhhhh…listen….
Listen for the silence
Listen for the space between the noise
Shhhh…listen to the present present.
Present = gift
Present = the current moment
Present = being there (remember school? “Laura Weber”…”Present!!”)
I present you with, I present to you = an introduction or unveiling, usually accompanied by anticipation,
enthusiastic anticipation.
Like when you were a child getting a present.
(Just looked up and it’s 11:11, a gift)
All “present(s)” are gifts.
So why do I deprive myself?
I fill my days with busy-ness.
Instead of being an observer of my thoughts
I am entrenched with them, in them.
Busy doing what? If I’m honest, it’s nonsense.
Facebook, Candy Crush, Twitter, magazines, TV, yard work, housework.
Doing, doing, doing.
Busy looking for fulfillment, for answers
Never Being.
Yet, sometime between evening and dusk, there is empty space.
The birds have stopped chirping
And the peepers have not yet begun their evening song.
Sitting there in the quiet, in the present
I find answers, I feel filled.
In the silence I find answers.
In the stillness I find clarity.
A peace.
A piece of peace at least,
Or perhaps, a piece of peace at last.
Shhhhh…listen….
Listen for the silence
Listen for the space between the noise
Shhhh…listen to the present present.
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