Poetry

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Far too often we let our minds be whisked away by the busyness we call life. At what point do you decide to just be?

Richard Ing

27 Apr 2023 • 1 min read

A quick snap of the outdoors away on a family trip to the Blue Mountains. I remember the icy winds outside as the windows kept us cosy on the inside.

Where are you?
No, not where your body is.
Are you in the past?
Are you in the future?
You know, neither one is here.

When did you last see your own heart?
Or are you too busy?
Deadlines. Meetings. Money. Money. Money.
Exhausted. Depleted. Rest.
Do it all again.

Have you noticed your own mind?
How it can shift and flow.
It's endless ability to make you feel.
A fire to drive your actions.
Yet it remains in the shadow of minutiae.

Did you know you have a power?
To be somewhere wonderful
To savour the food you eat
To feel the stories in front of you.
Just Be. Here.