eyeamsoule

The Presents of NOW

...I hear the birds early in the morning...

singing to the song of the sunshine.

I witness the bees gathering the sweet essence of Mother Nature.

...I dance to the ripples in the water...

representing the Youniversal vibration of creations.

...I speak nothing but Divine Truth, Knowledge, and Wisdom...

but my words only sound like non-sense to the non-sense.

Unable to comprehend the complex image, of the simple aspects, of reality.

...How could we be so blind to what we look at on a daily basis...

...but do we actually see what is there...

...could we really care...

How could we not appreciate the beauty of the melodic windchiming melodies, while the butterflies groove to the rhythm of the wind.

...Have we become anxious of what the future holds...

Such Fears keep us from dancing in the present moment, while reliving memories in a distant past.

...But I am the past...

...I am the present...

...I am the future...

I am everything in this present moment, witnessing the pressence of this present we take for granted.

...I place my coffee cup of gratitude on the solid counter-tops of mindfulness and pay absolute...Divine...Prestine attention...

...to the NOW...

 

-eyeamsoule

 

  • Author: eyeamsoule (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2017 12:48
  • Category: Nature
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Comments1

  • blackangel

    This is amazing and so deep. It made me think about a lot of things. Thank you.

    • eyeamsoule

      Happy that you I could touch your soul in such a way 🙂 I appreciate you for taking time out of your day to read this



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