Something always wants to be heard.
Something always has something to say.
When do we ever get to just be here, now,
sitting still,
touching the ground
like the Buddha under the Bo Tree
grounding himself here, now--
being here/now forever?
Standing with the sunflowers
with nothing better to do
than be here/now forever?
Moving between this now
and the next now
with nothing better to do
that move between now's
here/now forever?
Listening to what wants to be heard,
doing what needs to be done,
here/now
as those who have nothing better to do
here/now forever?
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Jim Dollar's Photography and Philosophy 