i lost my gloves

“The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it.”
Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life



it was lunch break

and i was seeking

a hundred ways

to bury my head

in the sand of oblivion

 

i buried it so deep

that the work day dissipated from the past

and

melted into my present

a sense of wander-ment

 

at the end of the hour

i had lost my gloves

 

where could they be?

 

i didn’t remember…

 

i couldn’t remember the fleeted hour

the streets

the people

the shops

the sky

the lives around

 

i could only recall

dwelling in my thoughts

arriving nowhere

 

when did i stop

being

in the present

 

where does my

essence

fly to

 

why has my eyes

become blind

and my senses

numb

 

the present was here

but i was gone

 

how present (or not) are you?

 

7 Responses

  1. I’m here but a lot of associated stuff has to find their own way, like the one glove. There are also wandering socks. Several marbles escaped. Attention needs a new leash, it wanders often.

    The ever present core me is here. It’s just a bad manager.

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