Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The blessing of being

Before we learn
the Man Behind the Curtain
isn't really there, but here,
the world seems black and white,
full of witches and tornadoes
set to catch us unaware.

And though the table's set for us
and good food has been served,
we only see
the blank gray emptiness within.

Staring blindly out,
fork poised in expectation,
we miss the richness
that is here,
that is now,
that is being;
that is the blessing
of being here now.

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

This should go with every diner photo you sell.