All this noise
Distracting me from birdsong
Did I once sit still for longer than an hour without ‘doing’
Even meditating can be a task, something to do as I attempt to do nothing
But doing nothing, for the sake of doing nothing
When I’m not watching or listening
But I am, always
Thoughts are cropped, shortened, thickened
‘Thinking’ I say out loud
Something, always something
The clouds are moving
The bees are working
The cat is snoring as she does nothing, dreaming whilst curled at the end of my bed
As long as breath fills me
And my eyelids open
I’m being
So I interpret as I wish
Take full responsibility for the tide I choose to ride
I’m something, always
I love this! beautifully written and very vivid descriptions. I especially love the last line – “I’m something, always.” Very powerful.
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Thank you so much for taking the time to comment. I appreciate your kind words 🙂 It feels like such a gift to be able to share my work, thank you for reading x
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