very still, aware of his body
from his toes up to his head
and looked at the host of
nodding daffodils, then the daffodils
disappear into the sense
of presence as if
they were he and he they
I hope he did
cos if he had to walk home
to recollect his emotion
in tranquillity instead
of standing in it
out there on perhaps a wet day
then he’d missed something i.e.
emotion in tranquillity recollected
Not to mention surrendering
the feeling he’d lost
something since his boyhood.
Try it yourself, it might
save a lot of walking and
trying the view from over there
instead of here
and now.
[Yes, Eckhart Tolle, it’s thanks to you again…]