Being Is Enough For the Moment

An illustration of a hand holding a blue jay feather, a shard of pottery, a rock, a yellow marble, and a chamomile flower.

I walk daily. Even when my thoughts are loud, putting one foot in front of the other is nearly always possible. My eyes are always open but sometimes I see. It is on these days that small treasures find me. Sometimes I slip into a peaceful place, between thoughts, swallowed whole by nowness. Being is enough for the moment.

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