Lens of Attention

“Not what we have but what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance.” – Epicurus

“The dream of my life
Is to lie down by a slow river
And stare at the light in the trees
To learn something by being nothing
A little while
But the rich
Lens of attention.”
– Mary Oliver, Entering the Kingdom

Leave yourself behind.
Not your true self.
The layers that have built with time.
The dust of opinion.
The notion of knowing.
The residue of certainty.
The buildup of hesitation.
The folly of calculation.
The exhaustion of foreboding.
The futility of comparison.
The weathering of dragging extra.
The stagnancy of hibernating.
A reset, restart, reignition.
To see new again but not the same, yet softly familiar.
Focusing on what is most true, beautifully imperfect, filled with delicious wonder.
A crisp lens of attention.
To be made new again.

“Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.”― John Donne, The Poems of John Donne