Too Much, Too Much (Poem)

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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