by Donna Martin
This poem is so relevant. When we spend time "just noticing" the small moments, we learn who we are. Yes, that probably sounds cliché. But, it is true.
When we pay attention to our body, to our breath, to the stillness, inspiration comes. Inspiration from something beyond ourselves.
When I need some balance,
The sound of silence sings its song,
And carries me so gently to
A land beyond "it's right or wrong".
When I need an insight,
The whispers of the old wise ones
Can penetrate the fog of thoughts
And bring a light that's like a sun.
And when I need uplifting,
To rise above heart heaviness,
A sense of joyful gratitude
Can bring a smile of happiness.
But when I am too weary
To hear the song of silence sing,
When whispers stop, no smile, no joy,
I rest into just noticing.
Just noticing whatever's there,
A breath comes in, a breath goes out,
Surrounded by and filled with air,
Just noticing becomes my prayer.
Take Time to Notice......