We live in the daze of busy-ness.
We’ve got one hand swiping the big screen trying to keep up with the latest greatest, and a phone (yes, we still call these things “phones”) in the other with a text coming in, post going out, photo being shared, a meeting coming up, appointments overlapping, multi-tasking, yet, sorry, we’ve been crazy busy and we don’t have time and got to go ‘cause we’re running late for what we’re not so sure but we know it’s the thing, think it’s important, are certain it matters and we don’t want to miss out.
We’re caught up in this epidemic of busy-ness. The social norm. Self created. Self inflicted. Some days we feel sucked in, stuck and see no way out of this powerful spinning spiral. This is just how it is.
It’s all about accomplishment, achievement, goals and success…
Or is it? For who defines your success?
As if busy-ness might bring us self worth and social status, help us understand where we are in the bigger picture, and what we’re all about.
We’re usually too busy to be certain.
On the other end, there is stillness, silence, just being.
Nice as that sounds, really, we don’t have time for those things.
We don’t take the time. We’re completely caught up in this cycle. Too much else going on. Big stuff. Important stuff. And really, we’re pretty important people. You know how it is.
Simplicity seems so far away.
But if we stop for just a second and take a serious look, we’ll see it’s pretty darned close. It’s just a matter of choice. If you’re ready, you can choose it. Just for a minute. Try it. The world will go on just fine without you.
And if you’re not, that’s okay too. Keep on going as you were. If that’s working for you, great. No need to read on. Keep on with what you were doing, because chances are, it’s a Very Important Thing.
Simplicity. Sounds so simple. Maybe it is. Maybe we just make it complicated. By choice. Just a thought, if we choose to take the time to think about it…
Busy-ness has become our comfort zone, our identity, our understanding around which everything else revolves.
What happens if we let go?
Will the bottom fall out and we find ourselves floating, out of control, without the safety of social identity, title, label, status and involvement?
The emperor without his clothes.
What do you think would happen if we release that stigma and allow ourselves to be.
Be what? If you ask that, you’re missing the point. Just be. Nothing more. No strings attached.
Maybe we’ll go through a period of unrest. We’ll get fidgety, restless, look around, at our watch, at someone else, surely we should be doing something.
Because, we are told, something is always better than nothing.
Fill ‘er up, stuff the holes, fill in the cracks, don’t leave yourself with empty space, free time, and certainly not silence.
Free time is frowned upon, unless is snuck in, scheduled or under the disguise of Something Very Important. (Like the number of hours spent at our desk keeping up with Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest when everyone thinks we’re working… we hope.)
Silence, well, few of us know what that is. Maybe it’s the wind. Flowing water. A singing robin or rain on the roof. The usual traffic we hear come and go without attachment, or judgment. It just moves like waves, never ending. Silence is without the busy-ness in our head filling up and masking over those background sounds that just are.
Do we think busy-ness will make us more important? Does being important matter? Why? And who is to judge?
Of course one might stop to question in all this busy-ness, how much are we actually getting done? What are we actually accomplishing, and how much does it all really matter? But I don’t mean to be going there now. (Would you believe I don’t have the time?) That’s a whole ‘nuther can o’ worms. You can think about that on your own sometime, if you have the time. (or should I say: if you choose to take the time).
Okay, so, now… let it go. All of it. The phone. The big screen. The text coming in. The appointment coming up. The work to be done. The things you need to do and say, places you need to go… Leave it.
It’s not going anywhere. It will be there when you’re done. The world will manage okay for a minute without your help.
Try it. Just for a second. And just be.
Do we even know what that means?
We’re told this is idle time.
We catch ourselves scoffing at those sitting around not keeping themselves busy.
We praising the movers and shakers and high powered and popular faces with a thousand friends.
Society is not big on us just being.
Nor do we support it in ourselves.
In nothingness arises the frank confrontation of reality,
Unadorned by important people, deadlines, pressures, responsibilities, titles and rank.
These things are not you,
They are only what you cling to.
Let them go.
For just a minute.
Let me see the real you.
Real and raw.
That is the real you.
Let’s try it.
Let’s start by letting go. Slowing down.
Just for a few seconds.
No deadlines, no pressures, no electronic devices.
Nothing we need to do or say, no where we need to go.
Relax your body and clear your mind.
Let thoughts come and go, without holding on, allow them to pass like leaves in the wind or sticks floating down stream
And you remain.
Is the minute up yet?
Why am I doing this when I should be doing that?
It’s harder than you thought, isn’t it?
Let’s try again.
A whole minute this time.
Let’s go down to the river, or where ever it is you find your inspiration, and just sit for one minute, breathe, and listen…
I dare you to do nothing!
I won’t guide you through the steps.
Maybe there aren’t any.
Maybe that’s the point.
That’s all you have to do, and it’s not as easy as it sounds.
I will only remind you, and you can go yourself.
In your time.
Take your time.
Nothing else matters.
Listen to your breath.
Count on the inhales.
Release on the exhales.
Feel your pulse, your heart, your moving blood.
Flowing like the river.
Watch the world around you.
You are not separate from it.
You are a part of it.
You are the river.
Go with it.
Let go of self, schedules, deadlines, social status, demands.
Think of nothing.
Allow thoughts to come and go, floating down the stream…
What matters more
than the sound of geese
congregating on wet pasture
in cool morning
Or the rising sun
striking snow covered ridges
The reflection of clear sky
On a small pond
Mirror images of still leafless trees
Dancing in silky ripples
Let them go.
All the he said
What they think of me
I said too much
The wrong thing
Let them all go.
How can I hold onto what is gone?
The vibration does not continue
anywhere but in my
Emotive mind when I cling to it.
Let it go.
I am not this hurt
I am not a word
Or language or sound
I am not what I say
Or what you say
These things come through me
When they leave my tongue
They are not me, they are not you,
they just are as I just am.
Let the rest go.
And I am what?
What am I left with?
The rock worn smooth
Solid and unmoving
Over which the water flows?
Or am I the water
A part of it
Moving or staying.
Can you tell what it does, where it goes,
What part leaves and what remains,
Or is it all just what it is,
Part of the river, flowing water?
And does that matter anyway?
What matters more
Than the air
Can I say I breathe
As if it were mine
Do I take it
Am I controlled by it
Or am I of it
I am none of it
All of it.
Being, Connecting. Letting the rest go.
Being in the wind, of the sun, a part of the rich damp soil.
Even for just a minute.
This is not about going anywhere.
Picturing or focusing on becoming
It’s just about being
Still and silent
Letting it come and go
Without holding on
And yes it is hard
And yes, you can do it.
And so can I.
If we so choose.
A meditation in simplicity.
I cannot sit here and tell you what to do.
I can only encourage you to be your best
While I try to figure out mine
And sometimes our best is nothing.
The hardest thing to do.
The hardest thing to be.
Shared today on Conscious Life News.
And thanks again to my beautiful model, Sweet, sweet Alyssa.