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witness to what presents itself

an ease, a quiet,
a stillness
as one sits
on a bench
under the tree;
the clouds running quickly across the sky
the water in the lake reflecting what’s above;
and the birds chirping on the branches;
a moment not chained to the past or future
free of thought and wanting
simply in the moment
no judgment
and witness to what presents itself