Attention,
Attention.
The feeling of waiting is prominent now.
Preparing and sharpening for what?
I don't know.
Another world war,
Or maybe the aliens arrive.
This earthly experience is certainly a wild ride.
There's so much noise out there,
You don't know where to look.
Your attention a commodity,
The world.
These devices,
These phones,
A portal for the mind.
Don't like what's right in front of you?
You can leave that all behind.
Attention,
Attention,
Said the parrot in that book.
What's happening here and now,
Let that be your hope.
The sensation is uncomfortable and we don't like that feeling.
It's a challenge to sit with and just stare at the ceiling.
The rumble of anxiety,
The attack of thoughts.
The noise of the world comes from inside of us.
The outside is inside and the in is the out.
To turn down the volume,
Meditation is our route.
It's pretty simple,
Really.
Just take a seat and breathe.
Inhale and exhale,
Ride them like the breeze.
Simple doesn't mean easy.
A lot may arise.
For you to see clearly and for you to become wise.
To know that waiting is not another sensation,
The fear in the field,
Collective anticipation.
It keeps us plugged in like moths to a flame.
Our attention is captured.
We are the prize in their game.
Are there,
You wonder?
Follow the money.
Some so rich it's laughable,
But it's not all that funny.
Here's the path out.
But you may not believe it.
The matrix is real and you can totally leave it.
Unplug from them,
Plug into you.
The world will look different,
Your perspective.
Fear will subside,
Compassion will grow,
And what do you do next?
You will just know.
Don't seek to change the world.
It's too heavy a lift.
Instead,
Cultivate wisdom.
For this world.
It's your gift.
