The Presentation of Your Mind
Your mind is a tricky thing
Making you believe things to be true
Even when they make no sense at all
Perhaps you’ve realized that by now
Like that mysterious work presentation
You are due to give later this week
Yet you haven’t even studied the topic
While you reassure your boss you’re ready
But there are glimpses of the awakening truth
You even say to yourself, “It’s not really due”
And so you relax, smile, and return to your slumber
Only to find an audience waiting in your dreamworld
Ha-ha, as if dreams were your only trickster
Truth be told, your waking world is too clever by half
For when we glance at that yellow oleander in the garden
Shimmering in the setting sun after a light rainfall
All that our mind tells us we see is a “tree”
But it is most certainly not that; if anything,
It’s a dance of light, a mesmerizing joy,
A singing bowl of birds, and aptly named “Be-Still”
We’re fortunate though, since we stand on shoulders that tell us
About left and right cerebral hemispheres, and the corpus callosum,
Connecting nerve fibers, that permit and inhibit transmissions
It is evolution that has brought about this draw-bridge in our mind
To keep us alive, at least long enough to continue our
Ancestral lineage, indeed, because we are so quick to judge
But if we are really lucky, we feel some strange pull ... an intuition
To look deeper, beyond features and categories and groups
We recognize the tug to understand something more
Beyond the reductionist, so-called, material world
We can catch glimpses of aliveness itself, that effervescence
Always bubbling up, in, through, and all around
Things are not the labels we ascribe to them, nor are people
Indeed nothing exists that can be studied in isolation
Everything is truly interdependent and arising …
Fresh and new, in this very moment, if we will only truly see
How can it be we see the multiplicity and yet
Somehow we can also glimpse the wholeness of life?
See the totality unfolding in this precious moment
As morning dawns and its singing bowl reverberates
What a gift to see each moment with fresh eyes
With that child-like wonder and utter astonishment
Every sense can come alive in this very moment
An open heart, welcoming Life, that’s living you
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