The Gerund Existence

There is simply THIS, whatever is happening right now.

Reading, typing, sitting, thoughts arising, yawning, pausing, stretching….

In this infinite collection of sight, sound, smells, textures that make up this moment, there is simply activity happening,

And somehow a thought arises, an attempt to stall this living beingness, by labeling you a person with a past and a future. Don’t attach to that idea. You exist as a gerund. You are not the runner, you are the running, you are not the reader,  you are the reading, you are not the dancer,  you are the dancing…