Pause for a moment. Be silent. Take a deep breath.
Can you name your distraction?
With such awareness, as a sacred gift,
how might you live differently
to be fully present
to another; to today; to G_d?
I want to utter you.
I want to portray you
not with lapis or gold,
but with colors made of apple bark.
There is no image I could invent
that your presence would not eclipse.
-Rainer Maria Rilke. The Book of Hours I, 60