I am learning to befriend restlessness
To spend fewer moments sleep walking
Or giving into continuous movement
Disguised as productive activity
Learning not to resist by collapsing
Into endless distraction and dissatisfaction
(So many shiny objects disappoint)
I am learning to ground in the scent of here
The taste of what is
The soft sound of my breathing
The colour and texture
Of landscapes- inner and outer
After all these years of longing
I am learning to be
Here
To spend fewer moments sleep walking
Or giving into continuous movement
Disguised as productive activity
Learning not to resist by collapsing
Into endless distraction and dissatisfaction
(So many shiny objects disappoint)
I am learning to ground in the scent of here
The taste of what is
The soft sound of my breathing
The colour and texture
Of landscapes- inner and outer
After all these years of longing
I am learning to be
Here
~Oriah Mountain Dreamer (Photo from Karen Davis at https://www.facebook.com/OpenDoorDreaming?fref=ts)
move over a little bit, I want to be here too
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Thank you Nic.
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