Just a Moment – Please.

Please stop trying to find anything more, at least, for this moment.

Through the open window

a soft, warm, wet breeze smells green of wood, moss, decay.

A cricket chirps.

A television in the distance.

Rain water drips from a sycamore leaf.

Thoughts, smells, sounds come and go.

No work or practice or technique is necessary

for this-now-here is-ing.


Just listen

and rest,




Nothing much, yet, everything.

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