What if at this exact moment
	you began to integrate all you understood,
            thinking your life could change in an instant //
		Would You Be Reading This Poem?

When you "got it" // at this exact moment, 
	to see that life is a layering,
	that there IS an instant awakening,
		yet WORK occurs in layers...
	       ... patterned habits worn by reluctant nuns,

Until your LIFE is totally owned and adorned,
Clothed to an all-embracing present,
And all your armor has been removed
And every word that leaves your tongue
Is meant and tasted to the full flavor
	       ... or nary spoken or uttered,
		Would You Be Saying This Same Old Bullshit?

What if even your BS moments were more sincere & complete
	or not bothered to be fingered & dallied with, half-flirtingly?

What if even your promises were meant & materialized,
	not leading on the ghosts of your forgotten friendships?

What if you looked yourself in the eye, and didn't blink,
	or if you DID blink, to steal an apple pie from the oven of your heart
	and EAT IT ALL without hesitation, or regret?

What if for one single day you didn't complain, whine, or find fault
	with each and every earthquake of your half-standing instances?

What if you shook up that muddle you call your brain,
	and pulled out the Rapunzel straw to spin awareness, and knit
	an afghan for your neglected granny?

There's some part of you kept locked 
	in a retirement home // of resignation. 

Pull down the drawbridge // jump in the moat 
	       ... and do water ballet with the crocodiles. 

Either you will be eaten alive, or you will wake up in this dream
	to recapture the innocence you left behind
	       ... when you agreed to be too busy.

What if this time you gave yourself all of eternity,
	or even the rest of this week
To cease cramming each hour like forlorn sausages,
	all the while protesting, "I'm SO BUSY! 
	       ... and I'm a VEGETARIAN!

What if you quit beating yourself up
	for repeatedly insisting on undertaking
	more stuff in less time than is humane?

	If you repeatedly abuse your inner child
	and make yourself so frickin' important
	that EVERY hour of EVERY day is force-fed
	with some demon-inspired day timer of duties,

Then you have TWO-TIMED the very minutes
	       ... and are committing adultery with the second hand

And more the pity, you can never enjoy where you are,
	BECAUSE you have jacked and jilled and fallen down
	The I'm So Important I'm So Busy Watch Me Come Hill

	       ... that you never arrive because you're always going somewhere
	       ... and are always in-between the sanctity of this simple moment.

Wake up. Turn down the shutters of your fluttering, multitasking blinds
And with this instant remote control, turn off all your screens 
		       ... and panels
		       ... and simultaneous multi-capable crap of life management.

What If Right Now
You Decided
To  Quit  Going  After  Things
	       ... and became, in this configured instant
The supreme knowingness of acceptance.   Well I'll tell you:

You would quit scrambling and become completely whole.

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