Reading Poetry to the Tree Beings and Chimes Through All the Sound

Ah, to sit here and read poetry out loud all day to the windchimes and tree beings. For now, I can.

The windchimes chime, I think they agree. Poems of mindfulness, joy and impermanence, reach the leaves.

Ears without headphones, cars swish by, a house torn to its foundation, bangs into existence anew in the parallel street.

A truck back beeps. The train horn blows. The hammering resumes, the cars swish by, the leaves twinkle in the breeze.

The constant drone of leaf blowers South, North, West, East.

But the windchimes still chime.

The windchimes still chime.

And the Sun sits in my lap.

The poetry gets read.

Even if there are no other ears to hear the poetry I read, perhaps my tree beings enjoy the company.

I do enjoy theirs.

Ah, to hear their wisdom. Perhaps if it were more quiet.

Yet, all these sounds of this moment, mark the Nowism of this late November day. Wisdom through all the sounds.

My body awaits the warm shower. My paint brushes await the dip of their new creation. For now, just these letters, the hum, the bang, the swish, all the symphony of this moment.

For now, I’ll sit with the tree beings, the aliveness around me with the sun still in my lap, a smile on my face and sip of this ice coffee.

Be the present.

And as Thich Nhat Hahn says,

“Become the moment.”

All of this moment.

With radical love, Jenny Lane

🌈💜

~namaste~

What is your Nowism as you become the moment?

I’d love to read about your Nowism in a response if you have the time. What are your senses sensing, your feelings, your thoughts, your present?

To share an interconnected moment in words.

Enjoy these moments you have today. They come but once.

(As far as I know : )