Leaves fall

patiently.

This is how it comes

slowly.

If you’re present enough.

If not

all you see

is a sudden

flash

of yellow

and you absently

delight

in the contrast

against the blue

and then

it is barren.

Over.

Done.

 

Life is like that.

If we aren’t slow,

Patient,

Present,

It crashes passed us

And all we have

Is a faint

Feeling that

We might have

missed something.

What if I lived

Unafraid

Of time?

What if I lived

Without these words,

“not enough”

in my head?

 

What if I stopped

Assuming

It all must be done

Today

And running ahead,

Pushing through,

Gettin’ er done

Constantly?

 

What if I made space

For nothing?

For digging up my carrots.

Not scheduled.

It just happens.

What if I made space

For nothing?

For staring at the leaves

Falling,

Patiently,

Seeing the season,

Truly seeing it.

What if I just

Took a nap?

 

What if I trusted

That what didn’t get done

Would get done

And that rest

Is worth my time?

That rest is time

Well spent.

 

What if I climbed

Out of the hamster wheel

And chewed up my

To-do list?

 

What if I had the faith

To believe

It all doesn’t depend on me

And I

Am not

God?