I need to keep reminding myself of
the immeasurable importance of stealing
moments of quiet.
To gaze at the etcher sketch tableaux that is our sky,
to eavesdrop on the chitter-chatter of birds
and to skydive out of my frenzied mind
into solid flesh, bones and sinew.
To hear the breath that moves from my being to yours,
to all beings in the symphony of life
and notice the soul that stirs in rapture
at being part of the Earth’s unfolding.
Each moment reclaimed from the humdrum busyness
that we are conditioned to enact
to justify our existence in the meanness of modernity,
gives meaning to our existence
within the cosmic festival of living and dying
that pays no heed to bank balances or status symbols.