working along to create a sweet space
wake
awake
happy
happy making
useful
using oneself
in each moment
life is full
and it can whiz along
and we forget
to notice the now
and the now
is all
there is
remember it
forget it
the now
doesn't care
it just keeps
sliding
along
what a sweet
wave
to try
to ride
good
and as i move along
vacuuming and cleaning floors
and picking up cigarette butts
and opening boxes
and putting stuff in this shelf and in that room
the house begins
to take shape
and i can be sensing both arms
and legs
as i do this or
not
i can be grumbling words
in my head
and notice the tone or
not
of any words
in my inner "talk to myself"
tongue
I can notice and
believe the inner talk
or
notice
and just come back
come back
come back
to the now
all can
be
now
and when "thinking"
if I allow, nudge
encourage myself to
sense my tongue
and get a sense of humor
about whatever I
believe is so important
to "think about"
if I do that
I'm free
back home
again
to myself
and the now
it's all good
as they say
and awake
is
a lot different
than asleep
good
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