Stillness

I had been writing
For months.
Day after day.

I looked out the window
Beyond my desk
And thought…

“I want to make a difference.
Yet, I’m just sitting here
Doing Nothing that can be seen.

Oh, I’m working.
Hard. For sure.
But, so what?
Does is matter?”

Then…
Something came in.
I heard inner instruction
About meaning.
About what is my work to do.
And what’s not mine to do.

It wasn’t in words per se.
So it’s not exact.
The essence?

When we sit in stillness
Of who we are
In this moment
We are giving our biggest,
Our most profound,
Gift. Bar none.

It’s a frequency,
A vibration that ripples.

It’s a quality of intention
Not a quantity of action.

We already are
Before we do.

 

Photo: In our neighborhood, Minneapolis, MN.