The Now

Thoughts from fifteen years ago while waiting for my students to gather for class. Whenever possible, I taught outside under the Live Oaks, students seated on benches facing the pond. Serene site for reflection and rumination. Fairer by far than four walls, floor and ceiling, florescent lights. Theme touches on the Lord’s counsel to see and enjoy each day, each moment, as it arrives, rather than regularly be rattled about what may happen next.

Tuesday p.m., one-fifteen:

Sky is blue and grass is green.

Sun ablaze up in the sky;

In the pond five fish float by.

Wind is shaking bush and tree,

Brushing, too, the face of me.

 

Spent some time not Doing. Being.

Not Recalling; simply Seeing.

Neither Wishing For nor Rueing—

On the Present Moment chewing.

 

Nowhere Going; no one Fleeing;

Neither naying nor agreeing.

 

Should I not live more like this—

Ev’ry moment hug and kiss;

Focus, and not multitask

A vapid emptiness to mask?

RHBJRPHD