for every one ten shun
Attention!
Your attention, please.
Thanks, it’s poured into the pot
with a bowl of attention I stole
and the handful that I’ve caught.
Your attention, freely given.
Wonder, what’s the cost?
The risk of wasted effort,
another moment lost?
Relax.
You’ve paid. Attention.
Mind the time. Watch the clock.
Slower, slower, stilled.
A little longer linger, the pot is nearly filled.
Come, we’ll take a journey.
Explore attention’s realm
four hands on the rudder, one eye at the helm.
By journey, I mean travel. Let me make it clear.
A little trick, its pretty slick
your attention’s come to here.
And here’s a place at arm’s length,
your attention’s flown the nest.
At the same time it’s behind your eyes,
bare naked, fully dressed?
Attention isn’t draped about
some vacant hollow core.
Attention wears a heart and mind
and flesh and blood and more.
Fine focus on a fragment
to better see the whole.
This is our destination.
Attention is the soul.
