“all there is…is this”
So, what I’m most interested in, what I’m really really interested in,
what I’m passionate about
Life happening, right now!
You are life happening right now.
Stop reading now
(you can wait until you’ve finished reading the next paragraph).
Look around you. Breathe!
Feel what it feels like to be in your body (whether you like the sensations or not).
Feel their life, feel their texture.
Hear the sounds, especially the quiet ones.
See the colours and shapes – enjoy them, revel in them!
Smell the smells. Reach out and touch something and luxuriate in the experience.
Life is happening full on right now.
This is your life, happening right now.
This is it!
(Not the next "maybe better" moment, but this one!)
“Bit by bit I came back to my own body
…back to this moment,
this constant unfolding miracle of life.
My search ends when I stop looking and remember –
Now is the dance, is love, is pain;
And there is nothing.”
What I am interested in is the mystery and the wonder of this.
It cannot be put into words.
Poetry perhaps gets closest:
“I want to write while crossing the fields that are fresh with daisies
and everlasting and the ordinary grass.
I want to make poems while thinking of the bread of heaven
And the cup of astonishment;
Let them be songs where nothing is neglected…”
So foolishly, whether in poetry or prose I want to try writing touching on this.
Not writing about it, analysing it, dissecting it.
But writing from it - in it...
invoking the fragrance this,
rolling around in this,
Lots of reasons. Obviously.
But mainly for love.