tealeaves : in the pursuit of presence( pre-order )

to the voice walking
in the meadow of a mind
sit with the unsaid and pause
let the stillness soften your breath
sometimes the water talks back
ponder of premonitions
tend to your taste like a field of flowers
in your palm, be present
with both hands hold now as forever
have the sky if you will
nothing but the moment matters
here in the hush of a heart
in a well-brewed smile.

– aja monet