Put away your books.
Stand up from your meditations.
Skip holy gatherings this week.
Lay aside your music.
Put your attention on the scene before you.
Notice it's touch.
Breathe in the smell.
Feel your body vibrating under the skin.
Hear your own heart beating.
Don't wait for wisdom from more hallowed sources.
Let the awareness of pure noticing guide you.
A splash of color is your source. Birdsong.
That little spider in the corner of the room,
is the same as you.
Stand up from your meditations.
Skip holy gatherings this week.
Lay aside your music.
Put your attention on the scene before you.
Notice it's touch.
Breathe in the smell.
Feel your body vibrating under the skin.
Hear your own heart beating.
Don't wait for wisdom from more hallowed sources.
Let the awareness of pure noticing guide you.
A splash of color is your source. Birdsong.
That little spider in the corner of the room,
is the same as you.
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