Dear Everyone:
Here is a recent poem.
ABSENCE
Today I tried living as if I meant it
This is new for me
Typically I'm in the future ahead
of myself with thoughts of intentions
or like sleepwalking only partially
focussed on the here and now
I vaccumed the living room and tidied
feeling all the while the shock of awareness
Being present also meant facing foibles and
shortcomings I'd rather just ignore
I'm used to being absent
Hiding within denial and
rationalizations perhaps having something
in common with an alcoholic
Is there a meeting for the only half-awake
and not fully aware
Mindfulness is a tough art to acquire
I have flashes of it now
Hey, I could get used to this
Helen.
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