resounds the hue and cry, the clamor of it all
noise and spectacle overwhelm, and now the digital rise
always the way of things, that
distractions pull our scattered attention
a startled creature skittering without direction
but here a place to rest your mind
the refuge of the present moment
see without being a seer
hear without having to listen
feel without owning a body
relax and do not be afraid
the web of vast interconnection holds you
in your letting go find
nothing lost but all gained
(With thanks to Richard M )
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