Poetry
If Not Here and Now, Where Are You?
On being absent

when in the mountains clouds resting on shoulders do the rolling pastures and valleys below demand you descend?
when feet engage lush meadows crush wildflowers releasing sweet aromas do you thirst for distant peaks?
when you are here why the compulsion to be there has your company no value?
when will you stop running away from your Self and enjoy Being?
Backstory
Three years ago, circumstances forced us to move out of Johannesburg to a rural district in North-West province.
Our cottage perches on the southern slopes of a mountain with a view of the valley and the peaks on the other side. Many people are envious of the tranquil surroundings in which we live.
But because the relocation was not my choice, I catch myself missing the vitality of suburban life in the city. Then I imagine being back there and realize how much I’d miss the mountains!
Eckhart Tolle says,
“Stress is caused by being here but wanting to be there, or being in the present but wanting to be in the future. It’s a split that tears you apart inside.”
This poem is my attempt to heal the rift.
Thank you for being here.
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