Presence
By ice rivers
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Have I talked about the past?
Have I talked about the present?
Have I talked about the future?
Have I talked about depression, suppression, repression, and anxiety?
Have I talked about oppression and aggression?
What else is left but the undiscovered country?
No, not that country. The undiscovered country that I refer to now is the country from whence everybody returns. The place where the trod upon worm turns and Duke the dog finally has his day.
The place where time disappears and the present becomes the presence.
When the presence appears, it comes in through the nearest available window which some folks call the window of opportunity others call desperation others call temptation but I call inspiration.
An idea forms, a strategy shines, hope emerges.
Inspiration is the presence.
Who caused it, what whispered what to whom? Who knocked a hole in the wall and called it a window. Who opened the venetian blinds. Does it matter?
The presence has arrived again. The presence bringing her presents to the present. "Don't worry baby, you're okay and you've always been okay and guess what....okay is more than okay....okay is good so forget about perfect, forget about blame, forget about dread and guilt."
If you weren't doing okay she wouldn't show up to let you know where you had to look amongst the worms and the dogs in the undiscovered country that was waiting for this moment to emerge and remove all doubt and all fear.
The presence is creativity.
Creativity is the response to inspiration.
Inspiration is the map to an as yet undiscovered country full of ideas, choices, inventions and affections yet to be realized but hinted at in the presence of the timeless moment.
The window of opportunity has arrived. The result is a momentary enlightenment revealing a truth to be gathered while the sun is shining and cherished during the rain.
Grab with both hands and hold.
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