Being Present
I'm aware of the talk, internal chatter with volume levels high
I'm concious of the questions asked with only my reply
Feeling hasn't connected yet, just words and data fighting for attention
When the infernal noise subsides I see me in my reflection
Sat feet grounded, hands loose by my side, open, vunerable, nothing left to hide
I'm in a room with others sharing space and air, my senses alert confirming i'm there
No performance necessary, the stage has been removed, stripped back to basics, lost egoic attitude
Is this what it's like being present not wrapped up in me, for all this time I had the tools but only now I see..
Copyright © Naomi Greenwood | Year Posted 2011
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