All we have to do

All we have to do is show up.

Be there.

Awaken.

That's it.

We just have to be here and enjoy.

Nothing matters other than being here.

Right now.

Waking Life.

When I walk I hear the wind through the trees and hear the rustle of birds darting through the underbrush. And try as I may, I never really catch a glimpse of them.

T.S. Eliot in The Four Quartets wrote about it best, about the rustle of the birds in the underbrush and about how it is in vain that we search them out with our eyes. They are and it is moving on. We show up for the ride. We get on. And during our time we connect with others. The greatest gift to others is to connect, to be there, to show up.

The wind blows. We move. The sun shines. We are. We are here and that is all the we need to be. Enjoy it all for the time we have it. We never know when the enjoyment will end. All that is past is gone. There is nothing to regret. Everything that was, just was. And everything that is, is, just that; it just 'is'. do not regurgitate the past. Let it roll down your back like water running off the feathers of a duck. It was, it is ended. It is gone. All that there is, is this, is now, and to be awake and aware is the best gift, enjoyment, participation. To feel the wind, to smell the smoke of a woodburning stove, to hear the birds, to listen to your thoughts settle and become shorter and more concise. The talking I do to myself shortens to single meters of verse. Be here. Show up. Enjoy while we can. It is what it is. It was and it has past. It will be and it will be.

Enjoy what we have been given while it is being given.

Walking does this to the mind, to the soul, to the being. Being. Be.