Riveted. Sometimes, we hear a piano played beautifully in a music store or catch a glimpse of the morning sun or see a stranger with a lovely smile and for a while, we are riveted.
The breath naturally slows down for a while. We are finally present - our mind's eye refocusing away from the constant blur. When I think about all the talks on the beauty and importance of the Now and how our mind has created ways to veil it, I pay attention to the moment's taste, vision, touch...and I see clearly for a while.
May we be constantly riveted.
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